Black Mater Project - Fear on Parade

Описание: This is a conceptual visual piece for “Fear on Parade” by Black Matter Project.

This video is not a narrative.
It’s a manifesto in fragments — fear, control, power, resistance, and roots.
Images repeat, break, and return, just as pressure does.

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No commentary. No explanation.
Just atmosphere, tension, and persistence.

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Lycrics

Fear on parade, see the masks and the flags
Talking ’bout peace with a boot on our backs
They don’t hate chaos, they hate what’s intact
Family, culture — a spine they don’t have

Hands in the soil, they got hands in the vault
We pass down names, they just pass down fault
Call us a danger, a stain, a threat
’Cause we still remember what they try to forget

They watch us work, then they call it suspicious
Love looks illegal to those that are vicious
Community strong — yeah, that’s the crime
You can’t extract that, can’t monetize

HEY! Who’s really afraid now?
HEY! Who’s scared of the truth?
HEY! Roots in the ground now —
HEY! Empire uncoupled

They got a past written red with the blade
Conquest dressed up like a “civilized age”
Stole land, stole breath, stole names and gods
Now they shocked we don’t pray to their odds

Neo-colonial maps, same old greed
Borders drawn where the money needs
Sovereignty sold, then they call it “aid”
Smile for the camera while the village is razed

They don’t see people, they see resources
Send in the banks, then the troops enforce it
Say “free market,” but the gun stays loaded
Freedom ain’t free when it’s only promoted

No compassion in a power play
No respect in a dollar made
They take, they take, then they complain
When the hunted refuse the cage

They fear comparison — that’s the truth
A mirror cracks when it’s aimed at you
We got values that don’t decay
They got profits that rot away

You can’t buy soul, you can’t buy kin
Can’t bribe the earth we were born within
You can flood the streets with your fear and laws
But you can’t unteach who our elders are

They scream “order,” they mean control
They scream “peace,” they mean silence and gold
Every empire built on theft and lies
Gets buried alive when it denies

Fear on parade.
The rhythm cracks
When the free world stands
And refuses to snap.

You can hunt the people
You can raid the land
But you can’t erase
What makes us stand

No crown, no throne, no flag, no lie —
Just roots, just truth, just time
And time don’t side with the ones who steal
It sides with the ones who feel