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Poet's Preamble
03:19
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Southern Ofays never broke my airways,
Put they bats on (upon)
Aunt Lou's and Anna Mays
Strange Fruit they let hang
My Roots they still remain
While Things Fall apart
That truth is still the same
Proof is in that private stock (small pause)
Selling hard labor to make these markets pop
Trumping up charges to keep these Brothas locked
Homie boxed straight from his office these are the hardknocks
Double time you hear that pitter patter
Back on the square
squared on what really matters
I'm like a Phantom reading Frantz Fanon
The prosecutor wanna cross examine
Flint water still been abandoned
Eyes still on the prize
No pride this is manna
Now watch us eat up
I pray you keep up
Couldn't break us down with a Kingtop (we-up) adlib?
That's Black Radio
Check the ratio
Gettin close to the check
keep that hatin low
Swing low, deep river
Code in the shakes and the pounds we deliver
And that's right on time
Check the footwork
That's soley divine
We been had the juice
Since the Bishop was loose
And we right back on it
With the fruit we produce
Like...ONE!
Get a business is how we catch up
Write it off on taxes,
thats they way we stack up
Powernomics on my shelf,
spring water in my cup
Knowing health is my wealth
Reportin (coming) LIVE from the terror dome
Clicking off the tube full of lies like a metronome
Never tell you what you spose to be
They only show you what they wanna see
Now how that sound?
Look in the mirror and adjust yo crown
Look in the mirror and you bounce back now
Ballad of Dick Gregory is so profound
(It's) Power when the people plan together
Apply the pressure and we eat forever
Get up out the frying pan...
Here come the Words of the man
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3. |
New Justice
02:22
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You hear them horns and seals breaking that's destiny
These black bodies been breaking since Bays on Chesapeake
These Black Bodies been shining you still afraid of WE
and we ain't even looking for blood just want equality honestly why do u hate as if you can not see, seek and ye shall find the truth is always sublime this skin never a crime
Your time is in decline the rise of the divine it's written my bloodline
Another mother had to cry today,
no justice for her baby
In the streets he got blown away,
Story after story, after story let the record play,
reform is just another word for we don't give a damn ok?
You Pray until you become Prey,
Ayye Hit record before them 12 hit me
We been ignored so this is why the fray
If Malcolm was alive I'd wonder what he'd really have to say
The Master teacher he has spoke again
No code switchin these the rights of Men
You learn the law then you never bend
Race is not given to the swift endure to the end That's when them credits roll
I know you tired though
This for the Brenda's and the babies
with the golden glow
Tears tearing through tear gas
Ain't letting go
Friends fighting for freedom yes and
We see the open doe
We gave you peace
You gave us bullets
So we back for mo
The People rising up
Hope and love what we got in store
You tried to diss us
Saying you find discust in us
Ok, cool, we gone hit with that new Justice.
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he year is 2020 and my mind is still vexed
Greg on the bass no.s.t.r.e.s.s. in effect
World that we living in looking kinda dim
Dim like the lights down in ya mother's den
Blue light red light parties all the same
Fresh J's and a fade trying to get off in the game
All off the path let me get back to the math rules to this theory so don't you dare laugh, but everything is fair when you living in the city, tax sky high they vote you out by committee, it's a thin line like Darnell and Smitty,
Sounds of the Natives,
Words get creative
Bigger than your Thomas
Blue trains couldn't fade us
Catch the locomotion
That's love in her potion
Skin dark like magic
DNA is the fabric
Hook
These are the Notes From Native Sons, yeah, we gonna rock til the day is done, (yeeaaah)
These are the Notes From Native Sons, yeah, we gonna rock til the day is done, (yeeaaah)
These are the Notes From Native Sons, yeah, we gonna rock til the day is done (yeeaaah)
These are the Notes From Native Sons, yeah, we gonna rock til the day is done, (yeeaaah)
Verse 2
I don't know what to say, but here I go freak it
If the papes come, then you'll know I seek it
Young Native Brotha from the 6 one 5,
Build on the mic while the others do divide
Gone are the days of st. Ides and a Mickey
They want the seltzer beer for about $7.50,
Summer lights blazing on cool summer night, sounds from the riverfront make it alright,
A spin through the park candy paint with the vogue's, Girls with smiles and my Bros with the gold, new skypager comes in the latest styles, if you want the best gotta pick it up from Miles, way before a tik tok, Twitter or the gram, if wanted 7 digits had to write it on your hand, damn I miss the days when the Sun did linger,
flex real hard pinky ring on your finger
Hook
Verse 3
Do it for the strong and we do it for the meek,
marching in the, marching in the marching in the streets, all on the plaza Ms. Ida B Wells,
Black and I'm proud and my soul I'll never sale, Black fist raised and I'm doing it well
Just like James Todd and we posting the bail of all the freedom chasers who stay catching the hell power to the people and the truth prevail
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5. |
Sonnet From Sons/Outro
01:49
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watchman music presents Nashville, Tennessee
"The Watchman" Greg Bryant is an award-winning musician and broadcast radio personality. He's the co-leader of Concurrence
with keyboardist Paul Horton, musical director for vocalist/songwriter Dara Tucker and also leads The Greg Bryant Expansion.
His most recent collaboration pairs him with lyricist and spoken word artist Rashad thaPoet.
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