I'm gonna take myself a piece of sunshine. And paint it all over my sky. Be no rain, be no rain. . I'm gonna take the song from every bird. And make 'em sing it just for me.
Look out, look out. Here I come. I'm a little messed up. And I'm only getting started. Got my girls, got my jack. And I'm ready to attack. I feel a little self-destructive.
There's been a whole lot said about your city living. They told us that the streets were paved with gold. And some of us believed 'em, left our home and came looking.
Brother Man nowadays living in the ghetto. Where the danger's sure enough real. Well when he's out late at night. And if he's got his head on right. Well, I lay you 9 to 5 he's walking with steal..
Grandma's hands, clapped in church on Sunday morning. Grandma's hands, played the tambourine so well. Grandma's hand used to issue out a warning. . She'd say, "Baby, don't you run so fast.
Find a shadow cast by rainbows. There youll meet the sage.. Feeding rabbits bits of lettuce or cleaning out the cage.. He can give you more direction than youve ever known..
Find a shadow cast by rainbows. There youll meet the sage.. Feeding rabbits bits of lettuce or cleaning out the cage.. He can give you more direction than youve ever known..
Find a shadow cast by rainbows. There you'll meet the sage.. Feeding rabbits bits of lettuce or cleaning out the cage.. He can give you more direction than you've ever known..
In 1600 I was a darkie. Until 1865, a slave. In 1900 I was a nigger. Or at least, that was my name. . In 1960 I was a negro. And then brother Malcom came along.
Mmmmm. . I can't seem to find. the words to say (to say). . I don't have strength to play the games. you need to play (to play). . Every day I seem to be running from the truth.
boku wa zeitaku wo ta ni kaete asekaku noufu ni naritai uso desu ga uso desu. kaze ni makete taoreta kigi no eda de ie wo taterubeki da uso desu sore mo uso desu.
Gil Scott-Heron. . Did you hear what they said,. Did you hear what they said,. Did you hear what they said,. They said another brother's dead,. They said he's dead... but he can't be buried,.
Poem here says, Comment #1 uh Comment #2 is dynamite but Comment #1 is the one we decided to use here this evening because it makes a comment if you listen closely on what is now being advertised in East Harlem as the Rainbow Conspiracy a combination of the Students For A Democratic Society, the Black Panthers, and the Young Lords and this is my particular comment about that conspiracy, Comment #1..
We deal in too many externals, brother.. Always afros, handshakes, and dashikis.. . Never can a man build a working structure for black capitalism.. Always does a man read Mao or Fanon..
The economy is in an uproar. The whole damn countries is in the red. Tax and fairs are going up. You say, "Billy Green is dead"?. The government can't decide on bussin'.
He was groovin'. And that was when he coulda sworn. The room was movin'. But that was only in his mind. He was sailin'. He never really seemed to notice.
No, I won't. I'll never give it up. because I can't. I won't. I love it too much.. I'm never coming down, the only way to go is up.. All alone she's waiting by the phone.
Got a rubber band tied around my rocket, yea.. Pretty little thing, jesse's on the maca yea.. . I believe in love but I don't love you.. Geez she talked so sweet but words aren't true..
Got the rockstar motivation, she said they is gonna give it to me.. Self righteous, your gonna make it baby, you've got something we wanna see.. . But the blood on your lips, says you can't quit it..
I've been south, thought I could never pick it up.. I've been restless leave it at that.. . Shaved your head, because you think they figured out by now..