Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song (Black &) Blues People , by - Akua Naru. Song from the album The Miner's Canary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.02.2015
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
(Black &) Blues People |
| Black people unite |
| Black people unite |
| Black people unite |
| Black people unite |
| Uh, uh |
| Fathom a people, fracture rattle in bones of West Africa |
| Trapped in the burden that’s chained to the diaspora |
| Middle passenger, captured and framed and named hazardous |
| Tackled by catastrophe, tragedy paved a path for us |
| Lost on the shores, who but us could draw a map for us? |
| Chorus when that caged bird sing another sad story |
| Pastor told me Lord see our plight, won’t forsake us |
| Though his face favors the same snakes that enslaved us |
| Tobacco in Mississippi, sugar cane in Jamaica |
| A European crave for acres |
| An array of shots fired at a Audubon stage |
| Malcolm falls to his death before a crowd of black faces |
| As his wife wept, life crept from this plane, joined the angels |
| Four little girls left, a set of twins gestatin', behold |
| A shining prince eulogized by Ossie Davis |
| Huh, take it |
| Black people unite |
| Black people unite |
| Black people unite |
| Black people unite |
| Yo, uh |
| Fresh pressed shirts, be the that |
| Till the doors skiddin', my blood could stain white linen |
| of the Queen’s English, flawed, uneven |
| A radical king’s dreams, a Hallmark greetin' |
| Blues confronts the awful war even more so |
| Black limbs ripped from a Congolese torso |
| No media blitz, so you could text on that iPhone |
| Applause for Lupita Nyong’o |
| beauty exotic |
| They won’t stop till they kill us all |
| 41 rounds, make it 44 |
| Mama told my brother not to leave the porch |
| Panic every time he open the door |
| How many Trayvons walk the streets at night? |
| Renisha McBrides groomed in the state that don’t respect black life |
| When we bleed, do it amuse the knife? |
| Huh |
| Facebook like, too to fight |
| Black people unite |
| Black people unite |
| Black people unite |
| Black people unite |
| Call us a blues people the blood, the breath, and every handshake |
| That head wrap, stretch of the tongue, how we translate |
| In the plantains, that vast, creative landscape |
| That viral hit on some old shit that we been made |
| Dreadlocks and braids, them greens you just ate |
| That «hotep», that «asé», «ago», «ame» |
| Police fire shots and drop you out all day |
| Another officer walk, no love lost, full pay |
| Baseline crossed, that low-frequency |
| shells hit the ground, the sound of |
| Another new black in the old trap, a |
| Won’t wake up unless they the next to catch a court case |
| Cornel West said it best, «Fuck what you all say» |
| Got Kenny G and the world looking for Coltraine |
| Self-love supreme, get free and watch the game change |
| Gotta start out with this one thing |
| Black people unite |
| Black people unite |
| Black people unite () |
| Black people unite (Justice, justice, justice, justice, justice) |
| Uh, justice |
| Justice, justice |
| Justice, justice, justice, justice |
| Justice |
| Black and blues people, uh |
| Black and blues people |
| Justice, justice, justice |
| Black and blues people |
| Justice, justice, justice, justice, justice, justice, justice |
| Justice, justice, justice |
| Justice |
| Justice, justice, justice |
| Justice |
| Justice |
| Huh |
| Black people unite, huh |
| With my people tonight |
| Justice, justice, justice |
| Black and blues people |
| Puppets most prominent, rape of a continent |
| Neo-colonial debt and paid parliament |
| Cultural products unknown and foreign profited |
| Every djembe that that palm get |
| Every note of that guitar lick, distraction’s obvious |
| Corporate domination of conscience |
| Surface seem harmless |
| Who pause to applaud at the Oscars? |
| A radio keep playing that garbage, constant |
| Assata Shakur most wanted by congress |
| Cash cow be the black and brown convict, logic |
| Every choir harmonize the pain of their profits |
| Let the light be the judge of the darkness |