“Badges of slavery,” by contrast, had a somewhat looser meaning. See id. at 575–82. In the antebellum years, it could refer literally to a badge worn by slaves, such as copper badges issued to certain slaves in Charleston, South Carolina. See generally Harlan Greene et al., Slave Badges and the Slave-Hire System in Charleston, South Carolina 1783–1865 (2008); Rutherglen, Badges and Incidents, at 166 (noting that “badge,” in antebellum legal discourse, was sometimes used as shorthand for “evidence permitting an inference from external appearances to legal status”). In addition, “badges of slavery” could refer to the psychological scars that slavery inflicted upon slaves, McAward, Defining the Badges, at 577, or to any “evidence of political subjugation,” Rutherglen, Badges and Incidents, at 166
In postbellum legal discourse, “badges of slavery” came to be used primarily as a synonym for slavery’s continuing “incidents,” as perpetuated by the Black Codes. McAward, Defining the Badges, at 581; Rutherglen, Badges and Incidents, at 165. But “badges of slavery” also arguably extended to “widespread -10- [private] violence and discrimination, disparate enforcement of racially neutral laws, and eventually, Jim Crow laws.” McAward, Defining the Badges, at 581.
I’m from where the hammer’s rung, New’s cameras never come
You and your man’s hung in every verse in your rhyme
where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run [from Verse 1]
And Government, fuck Government, niggas polotic themselves
Where we call the cops the A-Team
cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god strike me [from Verse 2]
“Where I’m From Lyrics October 17, 2015
(Intro) Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yo (Verse 1) I’m from where the hammers ring, they damage everything Ni**as get on the stand and everything I’m from where the cops beat you, after they put the cuffs on Where ni**as get naked after they hit them dust joints Where you can get something to eat out of the backyard And all they got is EBTs, no Black Cards Local bars, you can knock off yay The sun be out, but the sky still be charcoal gray-ay Shorty just trying to get his bread back I’m from where they cop the new Jordans after they next pack I’m from where they put forty in it after they head crack …..”
“From where them crackers’ll get you straight Uh-huh, the second-highest conviction rate Real talk, and I’m talking United States They send one informant ni**a to buy the base Indictments, and they ain’t even worth rumbling The DA just lying and your lawyer just mumbling Old head trying to put his numbers in Yeah, my man got twenty six summers in Salute, from where they do a lot of wondering Uh, he’s a boss, it’s a lot of dudes under him Bunch of raw talent here, physically and mentally They’ll never make it cause they slack academically From where they lack identity Violation of the G-code is a penalty Like when the narcs take your keys and mess up your house Handcuff you, find the work while you stressed on the couch New jail, second floor, you the next in the house When they first arrested you, you wasn’t next to your house”…