Walking past poplar trees, blood on the leaves
Denver hides the past a pauper asks for money please
Evans was a genocider, so was Chivington
Study Sand Creek massacre, propaganda's what we're living in
They killed the Apaches and sell their tears in gift shops
We name our weapons after them watch the irony crisscross
In so called Denver where there's a homeless ban
But really it's occupied Cheyenne and Arapaho land
Staring in the mirror do I see a settler or an artist
A long pause 3 am questions are the hardest
Those afraid to speak colonize with their silence
I'm looking for liberation a closed mouth is violent
This isn't philosophy this is a rhyme that I wrote
Real like holding tears back feels like a knife in your throat
These words kill fascists each syllables a life boat
This isn't a Suicide letter it's a life note
I wrote this for the sad nights
When Denver had bad vibes
They stole this land that map is a lie
This city will kill you with rent, pills, or bottles
Denverfication, Killarado
I wrote this for the sad nights
When Denver had bad vibes
They stole this land that map is a lie
This city will kill you with rent, pills, or bottles
Denverfication, Killarado
Thinking how many bones are under me as I walk down federal
Capital gentrifies, their homes are edible
Waiting on the 31, breathing in the radon
Rocky Flats ghost, glow in the dark seance
The military's recruiting in between school shootings
Columbine's they're uprooting for methane polluting
The guard used machine guns on children in Ludlow
From Lafayette to Pueblo I'm drowning in blood though
Denver in the 20s, your heart was vacant then
You were ran by the klan your mayor was Stapleton
Morley was the governor, the sheriffs were Klansman
So was the police chief, his name was Candlish
You tried to paint over the past but there's blood on your canvas
There's blood in your espresso and your rent is outlandish
These words kill fascists each syllables a lifeboat
This isn't a suicide letter it's a life note
I wrote this for the sad nights
When Denver had bad vibes
They stole this land that map is a lie
This city will kill you with rent, pills, or bottles
Denverfication, Killarado
I wrote this for the sad nights
When Denver had bad vibes
They stole this land that map is a lie
This city will kill you with rent, pills, or bottles
Denverfication, Killarado
This is for Preston Porter Jr. who was killed in 1900 in Limon,
Colorado, lynched by white terrorists
And burned at the stake, Rest in peace