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Spirit of our forbearers
We welcome your presence in this place
Spirit of our Mothers and Fathers past
We invoke your presence in this sacred circle
Spirit of our Grandparents and Great-grandparents
We invite your presence among us now
Spirit of all those who have gone before us in struggle
Join us as we enumerate your honorable names.
We address you on this special occasion
Knowing that your energies, your sacrifice
Your wisdom and compassion have brought us thus far.
We beckon your presence to protect and guide us
Linger with us, and be our shield in times of trouble
As we face the challenges of each new day.
We acknowledge your primacy to our own well being
We salute you and commemorate your example
Recalling all the good and wonderful deeds you have performed.
We pour a libation to preserve our sacred kinship
We give homage to you as a renewal of our sacred trust
Be with us now and forevermore. . .
(Call names of ancestors as libation is poured. . .
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Praise to Generational Midwives
My grandmothers were tougher than any seasoned thoroughbred
For them medicine came in the form of pot liquor & crackling bread.
Strong women who gave birth naturally without epidurals at all
No emails, texts or cell phones, yet they were ever ready & on call!
These Conja women would eek out a way, unafraid of toil
Could even do magic with vinegar, turpentine and some castor oil.
The backbone of their family, they believed in the value of unity
Blessed generational midwives the epitome of real community.
Praise the black Earth mama’s, mothers of soldiers gone to war
With their never-give-up spirit, they didn’t see themselves as poor.
Running against the winds, fighting racism with one hand tied
Still lifting their eyes to the hills in pride, taking everything in stride.
These gifted Sun-wives were rich in proverbial wisdom & mother wit
Spouting antidotes for the ills of life, didn’t know the meaning of quit.
Magical earth mothers baking breads, cakes and pies from scratch
Working the land with their bare hands, raising children by the batch.
Even in the midst of never-enough, they were always able to make do
Pulling money out of handkerchiefs hidden deep in their bosoms too.
Sewing up holes in the souls of their men-folk using threads of hope
Weaving miracles of stability and survival from an invisible rope.
My grandmothers were fighter, pound-for-pound the best in their class
Fearlessly they’d discipline any child and dare them to try and sass.
Scarves were daily wear, but on Sunday hats were their crowning glory
Hats off to our strong grandmothers, the pearls of our royal story!
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The Story Of Juneteenth
05:34
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The Story of Juneteenth
(2 Years, 6 Months, & 19 Days)
it took two years, six months and nineteen days
for the message of independence
to reach the former slaves!
All the cotton and tobacco
that was picked for free
all the sweat, blood and tears
that were shed needlessly
all the yes massa’s and no massa’s
that were uttered in pain
while the word of emancipation
was held up by rain?
it took two years, six months and nineteen days
for the sons and daughters of Africa
to know they were no longer slaves!
To know that they too were created
In the form of a natural man
With the right to live their own dream
And to build and to hope and to plan.
To define their own destiny
and determine their own path. . .
who withheld such urgent news?
Was it the massa’s cruel wrath?
Two years, six months and nineteen days
yet another puzzle left to probe
that’s enough time to reach the remotest corners
of this ever spinning globe
some say they wanted one more harvest
before the news to tell
just one more year of dirt free labor
and making life for us pure hell.
Why wasn’t everybody happy that
Men would no longer be owned as cattle?
Didn’t we come to this world as human beings
Not born as someone’s chattel?
Two years, six months, and nineteen days
how many more Black children
had to be reared as slaves?
Instead of spending their precious days
knowing they were free to read,
and to write, and to grow up naturally.
Some say since Teas was not part of the Union
It had no obligation to respect freedom’s cost.
But how could this rationale hold up when
they fought on the side which had obviously lost?
Someone knows the real truth, in this history untold
Yet the cause of the guilty will never unfold
Who said no news is good news, I challenge that lie
because my ancestors lived with their freedom denied.
Whether it came by mule, or by pony express
it couldn’t have come soon enough to end all the stress.
So in spite of the 932 day suspense
they still took the news in a jubilant sense!
Although the privilege of freedom
many felt they did not deserve
the decree of emancipation
brought them hopeful reserve.
They knew the war against oppression was not yet done
Because the privilege of freedom can only be won!
Yes we are still struggling to liberate ourselves
In this native red & brown man’s land.
And to gain the power to play our own GOD-given hand
Juneteenth reminds us of the next battle we must earnestly wage
To ensure that our energy is not wasted on blind rage.
As we prepare each new generation for competitive gain
So our ancestors blood will not have been shed in vain.
Two years, six months, and 19 days
Still so far to go, yet we’ve come a long, long ways!
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4. |
Who Killed Little Boy
06:32
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Who Killed Little Boy?
Another man-child is born into the ghetto masquerade
With no father at home to guide him, he’s lost and afraid
Which road will he choose to travel in this troubled life?
How will he find his way through all the misery & strife?
A wounded mother sits and cries, because her heart has no joy
The question burns, she wants to know, who killed, Little boy?
He never learned how to multiply and divide, nor to read or spell his name
The streets were his only school yard, he searched desperately for fame
A Kingpin watched him patiently, like a vulture circling its prey
Another innocent mind he’d claim, to pimp and to lead astray
And a grandmother cries, tightly clutching Little boy?
Hoodies, Tim’s & Air Jordan’s, were the treasures of his hood,
Guns, Drugs, and stolen cars, were the symbols for which he stood
They jumped him in before his time, his mother’s honor to defend
Gangbanging since the age of ten, is what brought him to his end.
An Auntie cries out for little Man, the nephew she can no longer enjoy
Can anybody tell me. . . I wanna know. . . who killed, Little boy?
A 16 year old boy lies dead, and another mother cries
A senseless murder, a wasted life, and I ask myself why
Was it the father he never knew, the so-called friends who did the do?
Or was it the mother who watched in fear, as the streets became his employ?
I wanna know who is to blame? Who’s at fault? Who killed Little boy?
Oh Lord have mercy, I wanna know the truth. . . who killed Little boy?
Well let us start from where it all began. . . take any man from his father land,
Strip him of his name, language, his identity, and his cultural brand
Deem his religion to be created in Hell, cut out his tongue if he tries to rebel
Then chain him in the bowels of a rotten slave ship
Make him work under the cruel lash of a bloody bull whip
Under the weight of woe, from sun goes up, to sun goes down,
Call him evil, demonic, inferior, just because he his skin is dark brown!
Write books to justify, this image you destroy. . .
so tell me, who killed Little boy?
Take the Bible, the Holy Book, the precious word of GOD,
Use it to condemn this Son of Ham, a servant of lowly Sod
Then condemn him to a war zone, where death lingers on every corner
Burned out buildings, weary with age, where hope is a foreigner
Abuse is abundant, pain flows like a mighty river, with great ease
Rat infested hallways, leaking ceilings, over-ripe with all types of disease
With no escape, no way out from this godless misery in sight
Living daily off of stale crumbs, from the table of the so-called right!
TV’s filled with shows and commercial about a dream deferred
Who stole the option to pursue, the grand illusion he preferred
Somebody held a gun and pointed it at Little boy’s back
A shot rang out and a bullet flew, gliding straight on track,
And a gifted young life is gone, and it will never ever return
And another mother cries, for her love child, she yearns
Was there something she could have done to save her son, Troy?
I ask you the same question: Black People, who killed Little boy?
I said, who killed Little boy? You see folks there’s another gun. . .
And it’s pointed at all of our Little boy’s today
But who’s hand holds that gun? Is it my hand?
Is it your hand? Our hand? Who killed Little boy?
For my sake. . . for your sake. . . for our sake. . .
We need to answer this question, do tell. . . but another one as well!
The fathers have eaten unripe grapes, children’s teeth are set on edge
Who’s gonna help save Little boy? Who’s gonna take this pledge?
Who’s gonna show Little boy the way, shed light upon his day?
I said who’s gonna help save Little boy, and show him a better way?
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The Ballad Of Nat Turner
07:36
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The Ballad of Nat Turner
I am on my way, to the New Jerusalem,
Where the Sun will never go down.
Every day I am making preparations,
Getting ready to go my Lord, getting ready to go!
I’m packing up, getting ready to go
And you know the wheels begin to turn,
And you know the fire begins to burn,
I’m packing up, getting ready to go (2x)
I’m packing up, getting ready to go!!!!
This is the heroic tale of a preacher named Nat,
he was a freedom fighter, a shol’ nough revolutionary Cat!
One day he had a revelation, way back in 1825,
to do more than just exist or merely struggle to survive.
This vision gave him the courage, to no longer be enslaved,
while living in the land of the free, and the home of the brave.
During the day he worked the land of the old Turner plantation,
But at night he prayed and tarried by faith for the Spirit’s visitation.
He was waiting for an omen to come, a signal from above,
then he’d make his move to seek the freedom he truly loved.
He organized a group of fearless men, who were ready to take a stand
Their plan was to start with one Big House, just to gain the upper hand.
Next they would ride from place-to-place, setting all the captives free.
GOD didn’t make men and women to die enslaved, but to live in dignity!
So Nat prepared his heart & steadied his mind to face this evilness,
while many others too afraid to resist, accepted being powerless.
Why is it that some give in to wrong, and betray their very soul,
rather than choose to side with right, and strive for a life of gold?
Don’t they know man’s natural right in the harmony of this world
GOD made us all to live unchained, our potential to unfurl.
Did not Moses challenge Ol’ Pharoah to let GOD’S people go?
And didn’t the Hebrews take by force, their right to live and grow?
Let no man tell you what you dare not do, upon GOD’S holy earth.
For this land was made for you and me, from the moment of our birth!
Well, Nat continued to wait and pray, for deliverance soon one day
And late one night he heard a voice, say son take freedom’s way!
No more whips, chain and coffles, no more burden of free labor
No more rations of food and clothes, no more second-class favor.
No more yes massa, no massa, please, no more begging & whining for me
I’m taking back my personhood, pride and my God-given liberty!
For what does it profit a man to live enslaved, never to choose his fate?
When opportunity comes, you’d better grab-ahold, before it gets too late.
We all were born with our free will, each day we make a choice,
To quietly suffer under the weight of woe, or to exercise our own voice!
Nat spoke up in a loud, bold manner, and warned the Evil Ones,
On this very night we will rise above, and set free our daughters and sons!
To a New Jerusalem we’ll journey yet, where no man is put asunder.
We’ll take our freedom mile-by-mile, amidst the roll of thunder!
We’re packing up getting ready to go, even if it means sure death!
We’ll fight till our victories won, or we draw our very last breath!
And fight they did, twas a noble battle, to end their terrible plight,
Yes, Rev. Nat Turner, lived and died, for what he knew was right!
So whenever you hear the words to that old song, just remember Rev. Nat,
He was a freedom lover, and a man of GOD, and it don’t get no better than that!
Said, I am on my way, to the New Jerusalem. . .
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This is the House That GOD Built
Psalm 24:1 “The Earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof; the world and they that dwell within.”
This is the House that GOD built
This is the Sky that envelopes the House that GOD built
This is the Sun that hangs in the Sky
That envelopes the House that GOD built.
This is the Moon that reflects light from the Sun, that hangs in the Sky
That envelopes the House that GOD built.
This is the Tide that ebbs & flows with the Moon, that reflects Light from the Sun
That hangs in the Sky, that envelopes the House that GOD built.
This is the Earth with its Mountains and Trees, that receives the Tide
That ebbs & flows with the Moon, that reflects Light from the Sun
That hangs in the Sky, that envelopes the House that GOD built.
This is the Plant Life that came out of the Seas
That lives on the Earth with its Mountains and Trees
That receives the Tide that ebbs & flows with the Moon
That reflects Light from the Sun that hangs in the Sky
That envelopes the House that GOD built.
This is the Animal Kingdom, the Birds and the Bees
That depend on the Plant Life that came out of the Seas
That live on the Earth, that receives the Tide that flows with the Moon
That reflects Light from the Sun, that hangs in the Sky
That envelopes the House that GOD built.
This is the Human that pollutes the Water, the Soil & Breeze
Destroying the Animal Kingdom, the Birds and the Bees
That depend on the Plant Life that came out of the Seas
That lives on the Earth, that receives the Tide, that flows with the Moon
That reflects Light from the Sun, that hangs in the Sky
That envelopes the House that GOD built.
This is the Corporation that exploits human needs
That pollutes the Water, the Soil and Breeze
That destroys the Animal Kingdom, the Birds and the Bees
That depends on the Plant Life that came out of the Seas
That live off the Earth with its Mountains and Trees
That receives the Tide that ebb & flows with the Moon
That reflects Light from the Sun, that hangs in the Sky
That envelopes the House that GOD built.
This is the Bank with its loans, credits and deeds
That conspires with Corporations to exploit human needs
That pollutes the Water, the Soil and Breeze
That destroys the Animal Kingdom, the Birds and the Bees
That depends on the Plant Life that came out of the Seas
That live off the Earth with its Mountains and Trees
That receives the Tide that ebbs & flows with the Moon
That reflects Light from the Sun, that hangs in the Sky
That envelopes the House that GOD built.
This is the Government with its toxic decrees
That protects the Banks with its loans, credits and deeds
That conspires with Corporations to exploit human needs
That pollutes the Water, the Soil and Breeze
That destroys the Animal Kingdom, the Birds and the Bees
That depends on the Plant Life that came out of the Seas
That live of the Earth with its Mountains and Trees
That receives the Tide that ebbs & flows with the Moon
That reflects Light from the Sun, that hangs in the Sky
That envelopes the House that GOD built.
This is the challenge the next generation must heed
To transform this Government with tis toxic decrees
That protects the Banks with its loans, credits and deeds
That conspires with Corporations to exploit human needs
That pollutes the Water, the Soil and Breeze
That destroys the Animal Kingdom, the Birds and the Bees
That depends on the Plant Life that came out of the Seas
That live off the Earth with its Mountains and Trees
That receives the Tide that ebbs & flows with the Moon
That reflects Light from the Sun, that hangs in the Sky
That envelopes the House that GOD built.
To begin this new work we must sow a new seed
That will initiate this challenge, this divine call we must heed
To transform this Government with its toxic decrees
That protects the Banks with its loans, credits and deeds
That conspires with Corporations to exploit human needs
That pollutes the Water, the Soil and Breeze
That destroys the Animal Kingdom, the Birds and the Bees
That depends on the Plant Life that came out of the Seas
That live off the Earth with its Mountains and Trees
That receives the Tide that ebbs & flows with the Moon
That reflects Light from the Sun, that hangs in the Sky
That envelopes the House that GOD built.
Your body is not yours- it belongs to the Most High
Your mind is not yours- it is a gift from the Almighty One
This is the body you’ve been given from birth
To use to the fullest and to maintain on this Earth
Not to pollute it with toxins from old Mickey D’s
But to fuel it with natural foods such as these. . .
Fruits, vegetables, grains, and all manner of beans,
To limit fat, grease, and starches—an unhealthy regime.
To exercise the mind, with reading and thinking
To hydrate the body with fresh water for drinking
And please don’t forget to sow seeds in your soul,
Through yoga and meditation your best self can unfold
So take care of this house you’ve been gifted to use
And life will be all gain- you’ll have nothing to lose!
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7. |
Ode To Black Mothers
07:28
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An Ode To Black Mothers
by William “Mbiyu” Moore
I am the lost/found son of ancient African forerunners
I am the second generation offspring of my paternal
Grandmother
I am the firstborn male-child of my terrestrial birth Mother
I am the tall, dark and handsome junior brother of little Sister Soul
I am the true friend and secret lover of sweet Lady blues
Everything that I am, and ever will be I owe to you women-black
So this is an ode to you—my precious Black Mothers!
My bloodline flows from the umbilical cord of a sacred, royal womb
The melodious rhythm of your heartbeat pushed me into this world
GOD blessed me with the spiritual gifts of a rich matrilineal inheritance
I find completion in the ebony culture of an imperial ancestral heritage
I am grateful to you for your stolen legacy of love and resilience
I am eternally indebted to you for all that I have ever received
So this is an ode to you--- Africa’s unforgotten mothers!
This is a tribute to you Queens, princesses and daughters of humanity
For you are the fertile basin of all that is civil, clean and pure
Your feminine energy makes this entire world go around
It is your creative she-force that generates life to all substances
Without the nourishing and nurturing of your female essence
There could be no balance, no harmony or completeness
So this is an ode to you—Africa’s Earth mothers!
Beautiful and benevolent you are the caregivers of Creation
You are the backbone of everything humane in man’s inhuman domain
The first women to master childrearing and to domesticate humans
You taught the world how to converse, cook, dance, sing and pray
You are the true mother of invention making more out of less
Making do out of undoable, making ways out of no ways
So this is an ode to you—wonder working Black mothers!
As a Black Mother in the 1700’s you were turned into a slave
Forced to breed children to feed the capitalistic greed of Europeans
You watched in horror and rage as your children were snatched away
Your husbands, uncles, brothers, sons and daughters abused and broken
On the journey across the Great Waters you survived the unendurable
Bearing the stench, disease, torture and killings of a brutal African Maafa
So this is an ode to you—Africa’s lost mothers!
Through the unpaid labor of generations of your children, America was built
Yet you received no gratitude, courtesies, or thankfulness
You watched your family buckle under the terror of Klan & Jim Crow
You carried the burden of two families nursing babies that were not yours
Cleaning toilets and scrubbing floors you labored to send your own to school
With a double stigma of being Black and female you fought racism unarmed
So this is an ode to your steadfast determination—African Sun Mothers.
I know you’ve seen enough pain to fill the deepest valleys of the Congo
I know you’ve overcome enough sadness to reach the peak of Mt. Kilimanjaro
I know you’ve shouldered the weight of the world upon your sturdy back
I know you’ve cried enough tears to fill the circumference of the widest ocean
I know you’ve witnessed enough heartaches and heartbreaks to last an eternity
But it’s the tenacity of your warrior spirit that has kept you holding on
So this is an ode to you my regal Pan-African Mothers!
I’m singing you a happy song Black Mother’s of the Diaspora
I’m singing you a song of praise because honor is long overdue
I’m singing you a ballad of hope and promise for better times ahead
I’m singing you a song of respect and admiration, appreciation and gratitude
I’m singing you a love song because I love you Black Mothers
For all of your toil and labor, losses and setbacks, hardships and despair
Yes this is an ode to you women of color—African mothers!
I’m giving a shout out to the beauty of my glorious Black women
I’m giving a shout out to kinky hair, full thick lips and wide hips
I’m giving a shout out to curvaceous legs and to broad baby-back butts
I’m giving a shout out to dark skin, tan skin, cocoa, caramel and yellow skin
I’m giving a shout out to cornrows and gazillions, locks, afro’s and natural hair
I’m giving a shout out to sexy walks and sexy smiles, sexy ways and styles
Yes this is an ode to the most beautiful species on Earth—African mothers!
On behalf of all Black men who live or have ever lived, we say thank you
Thank you for your infectious laughter and your expressive language, thank you
For your genius, creativity and resourcefulness, thank you for your courage,
Compassion and understanding, thank you for your loyalty
to family, friends and community
Thank you for your unrelenting faith in Divine Will and Purpose
Thank you for the gifts of our children, the future of our hopes and dreams
It’s an ode to you Mothers/Black, for truly GOD made you in Her own image!
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8. |
We Are The Word Masters
08:54
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We Are The WordMasters!
in the beginning was the word
and the word was of GOD
and GOD made the word into flesh
filling the empty spaces of the universe
with cosmic sounds of pulsing reverberation
and the word came forth like
the roar of a potent rushing river,
the sound came forth like
the crash of oceanic waves
dashing against the sandy shores of
the earth’s receding hairline
resonating into the depths of darkness
bouncing back into the brilliance of the light
and the voices came forth resounding
and the voices came forth bellowing
and the voices came forth harmonizing
the African-ness of creation
upon every receiving energy being
echoing, ringing, vibrating,
emanating truth as spiritual nourishment
for the ear of a funky Black man’s soul
and thus came the word masters!
we are the word masters
masters of the spoken word
we speak so correct, so correct
that even our guttural moanings have meaning
we are the wordmasters
the producers of multi- languages
the creators of similie
comparing one thing with another
of a different kind using like or as
like we the people who are dark as blue
the beautiful people who are dark as the night
we be the people as colorful as the rainbow
the originators of metaphor
like although she’s killing me softly with her son
she’s still the sunshine of my life!
we are the wordsmiths of all time
carrying on an oral tradition so rich,
so rich like a creamy chocolate
chip and strawberry cheesecake with
pralines and caramelized pecans on top
you can’t get enough, can’t get enough
we are the wordsmiths all sentences
begin and end with our creative permission
because we jumpstarted this wordfeast
over a million years ago when the first
African alphabets were formulated giving
birth to the words of a civilized African empire
we are the wordsmiths
the masters of syllables
in our own motherland we created over
two thousand native tongues
all filled with the same ebonic flavor
so popular in global culture today
it’s a black thing that’s why they can’t understand
we are the wordmasters
creating double negatives
ain’t not, won’t never, ain’t never, don’t never, whatsonever
and double positives like up in there, or where you be at
or my personal favorite whatyougoing?
we are the word
we are the children of the word
we are the ones who play wordgames
chanting cadence and rhyme in time
with the revolutionary beat of the Creator
keeping time, breaking time, cutting time
recreating all the time new ways to
celebrate the gift of speech
rapping our way through the stresses of ghetto life
busting feelings into explosive soundboards
releasing the energy of our rage and pain
we are a poly-rhythmic people
wordpoppers popping poetic phrases
filled with pounding nouns, penetrating verbs
pressing adjectives, and
pleasing double pronouns
in and out, back and forth
up and down, side to side
round and again on a-word-merry-go-round
turning you every-which-way but loose,
you can’t touch this!
can’t you feel the word titillating
your hungry Black mind
can’t you feel the power of the word
stimulating the sensory impulses within
and massaging the very depths of your thirsty Black-soul
singing our ABC’s about love in good and bad times
expressing our humanity in tones
only a people with spiritual awareness can identify with
it’s the language of struggle yall
born from our sweat, blood, and sacred tears
don’t let them steal your tongue
because without it you are nothing!
we are the wordmasters
breaking the rigid rules of the king’s stale English
refusing to be trapped into deadness and simplicity
bucking the system of mediocrity
why is it that Americans are the only people on earth
who can only speak one language?
we are the wordmasters
boldly going where no euroman dare go
espousing musical wordsoounds like Satchmo
blowing jazzblues from the belly of his sanctified spirit
we cannot be refined, we cannot be confined,
we cannot be defined by a monosyllabic culture
who can only imitate what we create,
piggyback off what we initiate
profit off what we generate
exploit what we reiterate
always hollering about the freedom of speech
all the while crushing down the speakers of freedom
where is my constitutional right to speak my mind?
oh say can you see, what your patriotism is doing to me?
we is the wordmasters
the emancipators of the word
the shol’ nough language libertors
freeing the minds, igniting the fires inside
we got da moves, we got game
we got da run down on the low down
we invented the grapevine
long before grapes found their way into a bottle of wine
we are the vocabulary mixmasters
stretching your today’s into tomorrow’s and forever’s
tiptoeing backwards over the melanin-laced
pores of our folkses hot-buttered souls
we are the consecrated craftsman of word
delegating, elevating, regulating,
capitulating, and illuminating the flow of wisdom
ever manufacturing a soooouuultrain of words
spreading new life, transcending old images,
preaching and teaching a new syntax of empowering vernacular
you’d better get on board children
and ride this wordtrain, word up brother, word up sister,
what’s the word, say what’s the word?
spinning word webs and word combinations
that enchant the heart and illuminate the mind
transforming the elements of sound
so eloquently, so eloquently
you can’t stop this, you can’t stop this,
we’re just a bad mother-shut-your-mouth!
can you dig it!?*
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9. |
Marcus Garvey
04:40
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Marcus Garvey Rap
(A Spoken Word Story)
Listen, let me tell you about a man you need to know
He was a proud man, he was a brother for sure
Born in 1887 on the St. Anne’s Bay
A Jamaican-born, freedom-fighting prophet I say
His name is Mar-ma-mar-ma-Marcus Gar-vey
One of the greatest organizers of the Black man today
He put LOVE first above everything in life
He was down for the masses trying to end all the strife.
While just a young boy Marcus learned the printed word
He ran a newspaper press to let his voice be heard
He had a whole lot to say about the way things could be
If black people stood up and let their minds be free
So he began to travel from place-to-place
And everywhere he went, he saw oppressions’ face
Poverty, ignorance, suffering and pain
Why did the lives of his people, leave them nothing to gain
And then late one night, while Marcus couldn’t sleep
He heard his Ancestors calling from the Ocean deep
Crying out to his soul to come and answer the call
To give his life to GOD and help his people stand tall
From that very moment Marcus realized
That there was something he could do to help his people survive
So he began to study how to com-mun-i-cate
To put his oratory skills in their finest state
Yes he could preach, he could talk with a fiery tone
This little man from Jamaica had it, going on!
When he arrived in New York, in Harlem, USA
All the people gathered round him just to hear what he’d say.
He told them we don’t have to live with our hat in our hand
We are a very proud race, we need to take our stand
Whether you’re born in Jamaica, or America
We’re all one-in-the-same, our home is Africa!
Yes, we’re an African people, we’re a noble race
GOD made us Kings and Queens, we need to take our place!
Although short in stature, Marcus drew a great crowd
Because his vision of freedom made the people feel proud
He was a builder, a thinker and a prophet too
There was nothing too hard for Marcus Garvey to do
He asked a very simple question one hot summer day
That we should never forget, do you hear what I say??
He asked: where is the Black man’s government?
The Black Ambassador, the Black President?
I don’t’ see our great men of big affairs
So I will help to build them here and everywhere
So with the help of his movement called the U.N.I.A.
He began to work toward a brighter day
He built a Black shipping company, the Black Star Line
A Black Nurse’s Corp. that was mighty fine
He built a Black man’s Army and a Navy too
He helped his people see, there’s nothing we can’t do!
So remember the name, Marcus Garvey my friend
He was a great Black man to the very end.
If this is your first time hearing Marcus’ name
You need to pick up a book and read about his fame
Don’t just believe what I say, but check him out for true
And when you see that I’m right, come back and give me my due!
His name was Mar-ma-mar-ma-Marcus Gar-vey
One of the greatest organizers of the Black man today
He put love first above everything in life
He was down for the masses trying to end all the strife.
He said: Up ye mighty race accomplish, what you will
There’s nothing we can’t do, there’s nothing we can’t build
We have a beautiful history to unfurl, and if we ever get together
We’ll astonish the world!
What you do today that is worth your while
Inspires others to act at some future time.
So be ambitious in heart, be great in mind and soul
And you can light up the world, and let the truth be told!
How dare anyone say that we cannot be free,
We are a very proud race, you’d better listen to me!
His name was Mar-ma-mar-ma-Marcus Gar-vey
One of the greatest organizers of the Black man today
He put love first above everything in life
He was down for the masses trying to end all the strife.
He said: Up ye mighty race accomplish what you will
There’s nothing we can’t do, there’s nothing we can’t build
We have a beautiful history to unfurl,
And if we ever get together (unh-unh!)
And if we ever get together (unh-unh!)
And if we EVER get TOGETHER
We’ll astonish the world!
Astonish the World!
ASTONISH the WORLD!!!!!!!
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Mbiyu Chui (William K. Moore) Detroit, Michigan
Pastor Mbiyu Chui is a positive strong black soul who is a viable force in black culture. A powerful poet, educator and writer, he is also pastor of the iconic, historic Shrine of the Black Madonna Church in Detroit, MI which was founded by Albert E. Cleage Jr. Mbiyu is featured on Wendell Harrison's latest release GET UP OFF YOUR KNEES and Pamela "Samiha" Wise's CD KINDRED SPIRITS. ... more
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