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Sage Francis: Makeshift Patriot [Anticon]

Beinahe pünktlich zum soundso vielten Jahrestag der Anschläge des 11. September 2001 erscheint in dieser Kategorie zum ersten Mal eine Rap-Platte. Von Sage Francis kam damals eine der wenigen Stimmen im Musikgeschäft, die schon kurz nach den Anschlägen so ziemlich alles thematisierte, was im medialen Umgang mit 9/11 falsch lief und auf genau die politischen Folgen hinwies, die spätestens mit dem Patriot Act eintreten sollten. Makeshift Patriot erschien ursprünglich Ende 2001 als 7″ (obige Bilder stammen von einer späteren Veröffentlichung aus dem Jahr 2002) und Francis musste für das Stück auch einiges an Prügel einstecken. Aber er sollte Recht behalten: „Freedom will be defended on the cost of civil liberties.“

Man hört dem Instrumental an, dass es nicht von drei Soundingenieuren in einem millionenteuren Studio produziert wurde, aber es gibt ziemlich wenig politischen Rap, der auf diesem technischen und inhaltlichen Niveau mithalten kann – mal ganz davon abgesehen, dass sich das Gros der US-amerikanischen Rapper sowieso erst aus der Deckung getraut hat, als Bush schon als lame duck Richtung Rentnerkarriere als bildender Künstler und fürstlich bezahlter Redenschwinger schaukelte. Als begnadeter Rhetoriker war George W. Bush ja weniger bekannt, falls ihm doch mal die Ideen ausgehen sollten: „[U]ntil I find more relevant scripture to quote, remember: our God is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much wealthier. So wave those flags with pride – especially the white part!

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Makeshift patriot, the flag shop is out of stock                                                                I hang myself at half mast                                                                                                 It’s the makeshift, the patriot, the flag shop is out of stock                                         I hang myself – via live telecast

Coming live from my own funeral, beautiful weather offered a nice shine    Which is suitable for a full view of a forever-altered skyline                                     It’s times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence                   My journalist ethics slip when I pass them off as objectives, don’t give me that ethical shit
I’ve got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable American kids And it’s time to show this world how big our edifice is
That’s exactly what they attacked when a typically dark-skinned Disney villain Used civilians against civilians and charged the Trojan horses into our buildings Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction
Pregnant women couldn’t protect their children, wheelchairs were stairway obstructions
I have to back-pedal from the shower of glass and metal
Wondering how after it settles we’ll find who provided power to radical rebels
The Melting Pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over             But only on our own soil, so the little boy holds a toy soldier
And waits for the suit and tie to come home; we won’t wait till he’s older
Before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end – I’ll get a close-up of his head

Makeshift patriot, the flag shop is out of stock
I hang myself at half mast
It’s the makeshift, the patriot, the flag shop is out of stock
I hang myself – while the stock markets crash

The city is covered in inches of muck;
I see some other pictures of victims are up
Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck
Leaping lovers are making decisions to jump
While holding hands to escape the brutal heat, sometimes in groups of three The fallout goes far beyond the toxic clouds where people look like debris
But all they saw after all was said beyond the talking heads
Was the bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds
But all the hospitals are overwhelmed; volunteers need to go the hell home
Moments of silence for firefighters were interrupted by cell phones               Who’s gonna make that call to increase an unknown death toll? It’s the one we rally behind
He’s got a megaphone promising to make heads roll
We’d cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath control
The less we know, the more they fabricate, the easier it is to sell souls

There is a new price on freedom, so buy into it while supplies last. Changes need to be made: no more curbside baggage, seven pm curfew, racial profiling will continue with less bitching. We’ve unified over who to kill, so until I find more relevant scripture to quote, remember: our God is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much wealthier. So wave those flags with pride – especially the white part!

We’re selling addictive twenty-four hour candlelight vigils in TVs
Freedom will be defended at the cost of civil liberties
The viewers are glued to television screens; stuck, ’cause lots of things seem too sick
I use opportunities to pluck heartstrings for theme music
I’ll show you which culture to pump your fist at, which foot is right to kiss        We don’t really know who the culprit is – but he looks like this
We know who the heroes are; they’re not the xenophobes who act hard:
We taught that dog to squat; how dare he do that shit in our own backyard?”

They happened to scar our financial state and char our landscape                     Can you count how many times so far I ran back this same damn tape?
While the cameraman creates news and shoves it down our throats on the West Bank  With the ten second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst
So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your sons in a family huddle
‘Cause even if we win this tug of war and even the score, humanity struggles
There’s a need of blood for what’s been uncovered under the rubble
Some of them dug for answers in the mess, but the rest were looking for trouble



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