Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Foreward, 1619, artist - Sho Baraka. Album song The Narrative Expanded, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.10.2016
Record label: Humble Beast
Song language: English
Foreward, 1619 |
The devil goes to and fro |
Like a lion seeking someone to devour |
Resist him |
Don’t close the book, I got more to write |
You can change the story, that is my advice |
I read in color, they see black and white |
You just saw the cover, but there’s more to life |
Don’t close the book, I got more to write |
You can change the story, that is my advice |
I read in color, they see black and white |
You just saw the cover, but there’s more to life |
Yeah, hello |
Quick introduction before I narrate |
I’m from the west, between Cornel and Kanye |
I grew up between section eight and cloud nine |
During my youth I lost my sense of being colorblind |
In between white supremacy and black nihilism |
AME churches, corner stores and the prison systems |
Hoteps and preachers on the block, they was dropping wisdom |
I would pick it up and just give it a little rhythm |
They said my lineage had a couple of kings |
A couple queens, a couple thieves, a couple fiends |
Despite the struggle, I would teach that we are equal |
I fall short like a midget but I’m down for the people |
The people, argue I died with integration |
Their false liberation is really assimilation |
The youth view my history with some suspicion |
They wanna progress past religion and tradition |
I say |
Don’t close the book, I got more to write |
You can change the story, that is my advice |
I read in color, they see black and white |
You just saw the cover, but there’s more to life |
Don’t close the book, I got more to write |
You can change the story, that is my advice |
I read in color, they see black and white |
You just saw the cover, but there’s more to life |
Hello average, let me introduce you to awesome |
That Harlem renaissance age had some excellent artists |
That miseducation, that midnight marauding |
That life before Eve ate that fruit in the garden |
They say 'You might be on the wrong side of history' |
Well, that depends on who’s writing |
Who’s reciting, who’s typing and who likes it |
If we want peace somebody has to do the fighting |
We exit Egypt, happy to speak resistance |
Then turn around, and ask pharaoh for his assistance |
Huh, what is logic to the ignorant? |
What’s forgiveness to people who think they’re sinless? |
We are those, fully exposed, Adam and Eve hiding our weakness |
Folks who wanna be close but the devil stands between us |
Who knows the dirty souls with an urgent need to be cleaned up |
They oppose my solution, everybody hates Jesus |
Don’t close the book, I got more to write |
You can change the story, that is my advice |
I read in color, they see black and white |
You just saw the cover, but there’s more to life |
Don’t close the book, I got more to write |
You can change the story, that is my advice |
I read in color, they see black and white |
You just saw the cover, but there’s more to life |
Yeah, what’s protest to the law? |
Should I pray or should I riot? |
Do I want peace, or do I want power so I can try it? |
Who’s gonna give the truth when these church moms retire? |
When censorship gets you fired and nobody gets inspired |
I don’t care what you look like, black, white or magenta |
I don’t care where you come from, Africa or placenta |
We all desperate and broken, given the same dilemma |
Do I serve God, or do I make off in my agenda? |
I remember thinking I was Daniel with the lions |
I’m like Israel in hiding when it’s time to fight Goliath |
I’ve been broken, I’ve seen death working |
I’ve fought doubt, I’ve been knocked out, I know what hurt is |
I run from the truth, but I know where the church is |
I failed doing my job but yet I know my purpose |
Praise Jesus I was blind but now I see |
But my problem is I think I see too many things |
Let us chiropractic crack open the spine of this book |
Turn a few pages and take a deep look |
This is not the Catcher in the Rye |
This is the African who caught the slave catcher’s eye |
An invisible man who has the whole world watching |
Shall we meet the protagonist? |
For I am the colored cog in the capitalist wheel |
With baby faced bronze skin and melanin appeal snatched from the cradle of |
civilization |
My name is Louis Portier |
Arrived on these shores but I’ve got more to say |
From Bali to Barbados to Beaufort, South Carolina |
Sierra Leone to Sapelo, with |
Sugar cane on my fingertips and shackles on my feet |
There were limitations to emancipating me until I sunk my tooth into Juneteenth |
Freedom tastes like grandma’s sweet potato pie |
But it goes from master’s plantation to mass incarceration |
As the Jim Crow flies, all of this happened, more or less |
This is Up From Slavery, meets Porgy and Bess |
August Wilson, and Kenya Barris |
James Brown and James Burr |
Kehinde Wiley, and Kara Walker |
George Carrothers, Clinton and Washington |
Carver, the great migration and reconstruction |
From black wall streets, to Harlem Artilliers |
This is black survival and success, put on full display |
Whether it’s the Little Rock, or the Charleston Nine |
Trying to integrate, or praying to stay alive |
Thinking that if my work was good somehow y’all would recognize my personhood |
But nah, instead I had to hustle this chocolate charm |
This black brilliance, this ebony ingenuity |
I know what this nation has done, can do, and is doing to me |
Also what it could be and therefore still, I rise |
From 1619 and beyond here I stand |
From being three-fifths of a compromised plan |
Using the breath in my black lungs |
Shouting words from a place of black love |
'I am a man' |