All Hands On Deck - Micah Bournes, Izzi Ray, Jackie Miclau

Used to dream of leather jackets and black berets

Black fist raised wishin' I was back in the day

With the courage of Tubman I’d be conductin' a train

Bet I sit with Rosa

Bet I march with King

Bet I wouldn’t take nothin' from the KKK

Bet I BPP

Bet I Stokley C

Bet I Bobby, bet I Huey

Bet I fight for we

Bet I need to snap back, reality check

I ain’t been to near one BLM protest

Yeah I post a lotta talk ‘cause I’m so upset

But it’s kinda complicated and I’m not the best

At time management I gotta lotta stuff to do

I can’t officially join but I support the crew

Too broke to donate, Ima pray for you

But the shirt so dope, Ima cop me two

Stop modelin' y’all

We got work to do

All hands on deck

Get on board

‘Cause this ain’t politics anymore

We need

All hands on deck

Get on board

‘Cause this ain’t politics anymore

We need

All hands on deck

I’m an independent woman

And a fighter and a lover

And a singer and a writer and

A whole lotta other

All of the foremothers been runnin' a marathon

Carried the flame far

Now they passin' it on

Don’t forget how they died

Don’t forget how they lived

Don’t forget what they gave

Everybody that did what they do

You don’t gotta be a Martin Luther King

What if Sojourner never said a truthful thing

What if Frida never painted and Nina she never sang

What if everyone despised what they had to bring

To the table don’t you ever think it isn’t enough

‘Cause the party isn’t catered this joint is a potluck

You got to show up laced ready and set

No half-steppin' ‘cause this battle gonna take

All hands on deck

All hands on deck

Get on board

‘Cause this ain’t politics anymore

We need

All hands on deck

Get on board

‘Cause this ain’t politics anymore

We need

All hands on deck

What’s crackelin' peeps

It’s young Jacquelyn, peace

To my squad, Rip city to Romanian streets

I’m the daughter of some immigrants

Tired of the ignorance

People are people and that should be the end of it

But I know it isn’t so I got to play

Woman of few words with a lot to say

Don’t speak

Just listen as I tap the keys

Cause every revolution need a symphony

Sumthin' to march to while fightin' the good fight

My fingers do the talkin' I don’t ever need a mic

But since they gave it to me girl you know I gotta slay

High heel revolutionary faith all day

Liz Vice checkin' in on the mic

I’m a west coast kid

Wit' an east coast life

Moved to NY to find peace of mind

And maybe a nice guy unafraid of my shine

My ladies don’t hesitate

To be all that you was made

To be because you afraid

That you might intimidate a dude

I promise you

Your strength is beautiful

To all who really know the God

Who created you

Love to the haters

And the ity bity boys

Afraid to see the ladies

Makin joyful noise

We gave you all life

We hold half the sky

Too fly to be shy

Come dance wit' me bruh*

L, U, C, Double E

J, A, Double Z

Used to be embarrassed that my hair so cuddly

Then I got woke and broke my hot comb

Now I’m rockin' shows full blown afro

Finally I see the beauty in my own soul

Singin' love songs for those with low hope

Rebel with a cause

Rebel with a guitar

Dominicana you don’t wanna step to my bars

But on the dance floor you can step to my bars

Bachata if ya gotta

Shout out to DR

L. Jazz bringin' light and sass

I’m a brand new woman

With a broken past

But I know I been forgiven

So my hope is phat

For the future and the present

You can toast to that

All hands on deck

Get on board

‘Cause this ain’t politics anymore

We need

All hands on deck

Get on board

‘Cause this ain’t politics anymore

We need

All hands on deck