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Berlin Music Video Awards

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I had the pleasure of being inited to the 3rd annual Berlin Music Video Awards. I did not know what to expect. I had never heard of these awards, but when I looked at the lineup, which consistent of rather unknown artist, at least unknown to me, I decided to attend to see what this event was all about.

It was held at two venues. One was located in Friedrichshain at club K-17 and the final awards ceremony was located at Neue Heimat club near Warchauer. The event was 3 days long with a red carpet after party on the last evening. I went early the first day. I grabbed my girl from Chicago and headed over where we were greeted at the door with a shot of Jagermeister of course. There was an outside area with food being served, and a DJ. We made our way inside where people were screening video nominees for each proposed category. That area was packed, and with the warm weather, I could not bring myself to sit in there for more than a few minutes. I noticed an artist area where we ran into one of the hosts. There were characters everywhere. It was a hipsters paradise. My friend ended up knowing the host, a Black British guy by the name of .. who was dressed in a custom tweed suit of his own creation. There were many people who were scantily clad.

We sat back and watched on the screens in the back room, and talked about what we watched. I hoped that there would be some things that I liked. I noticed I am rather particular about my music. I am not into electro, but I must say this Chicago house is rather interesting. There were some more mainstream artist videos being played from artists such as MIA, and Irma.

I loved the Irmaa video. The visuals were amazing, and the vibe was African singer, songwriter.. complete with guitar and natural hair style. I loved it. I had to look it up and post:

We posted up for a while, digging the scene, until of course we were approached by one very drunk Frenchman, who simply could not believe that my friend and I were from the same place. I thought it was funny. She has her hair curly and short. It is what my ignorant ass family members would refer to as “good hair.” While he attempted to guess everything under the Sun except for African American, and of course no African countries, he finally got the hint and left. We left soon after that. I had a good time. Great experience to see this world of music I am not exposed to all the time here in Berlin.

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Day: 27 Maimouna Youssef “Wake Up”

Hey folks,

The last few selections are coming from more recent releases. I am talking about the last few years. One day I asked a friend of mine, where there any new female singers who could really sing and talk about real issues? He provided me with the name Maimouna Youssef. He said you have heard her voice before, but you probably did not know her name. I listened to her album, Blossom, and found this gem.. “Wake Up.” There were no lyrics online, so I actually had to sit and listen to it really slowly to get these lyrics I have below.

She is really going through some real issues concerning vaccinations, fluoridation of the water, and the aftermath of Katrina in New Orleans, among other things. She also pairs it with a great voice, and a funky track. I even noticed some of lyrics coming from Marvin’s “Save the Children” track towards the end.

Unfortunately, there is no video so I have to link you to her Bandcamp

Oh lord have mercy, what a poor poor soul.

We are living in some evil times
Government testing on innocent lives
Disease, disaster can be contrived
Nothing is an accident, I won’t tell no lie

Chorus
Oooo, I tell you no lies (3x)
Give me a mic, and I’ll testify

Folks said they heard a bomb a quarter to 9
Know they meant for the poor in New Orleans to die
Asbestos-filled trailers in case they survived
And this is what you do, there’s plenty to hide

Chorus
Oooo, I tell you no lies (3x)
Give me a mic, and I’ll testify

We’re all guinea pigs and don’t know why
There’s something in the water and it’s called flouride
It’s the first ingredient in the atom bomb
It was used in Nazi Germany to keep the Jews calm

Chorus
Oooo, I tell you no lies (3x)
Give me a mic, and I’ll testify

Can you tell me when we’re gonna wake up?
I hope it’s before we self destruct
From the vaccines, and the codeine
You know we’re all dope-pheenes
And the only prescription we need; is love

Chorus
Oooo, I tell you no lies (3x)
Give me a mic, and I’ll testify

I’m just telling you what I know
I’m just telling you what I know, for sho

What does it matter? (2x)
Everybody’s saying
What’s it, what’s it, what it got to do with me? (2x)
It’s gotta do with your whole species
Who really cares?
Who is willing to try?

When you destroy the only thing you know
All that is sacred, where are you going to go?
Tell, where you gonna run?

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Day 28: Kendrick Lamar “The Blacker the Berry, the Sweeter the Juice”

Hey Folks,

Today I wanted to end on some almost brand new music coming from Kendrick Lamar. It was leaked right after this year’s Grammys. I am just going to let the track speak for itself.

[Intro]
Everything black, I don’t want black
I want everything black, I ain’t need black
Some white, some black, I ain’t mean black
I want everything black
Everything black, want all things black
I don’t need black, want everything black
Don’t need black, Our eyes ain’t black
I own black, own everything black

[Bridge]
Six in the morn’, fire in the street
Burn, baby, burn, that’s all I wanna see
And sometimes I get off watchin’ you die in vain
It’s such a shame they may call me crazy
They may say I suffer from schizophrenia or somethin’
But homie, you made me
Black don’t crack, my nigga

[Verse 1]
I’m the biggest hypocrite of 2015
Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean
Been feeling this way since I was 16, came to my senses
You never liked us anyway, fuck your friendship, I meant it
I’m African-American, I’m African
I’m black as the moon, heritage of a small village

You hate me don’t you?
You hate my people, your plan is to terminate my culture

You vandalize my perception but can’t take style from me
And this is more than confession
I mean I might press the button just so you know my discretion
I’m guardin’ my feelings, I know that you feel it

[Pre-Hook]
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the bigger I shoot

[Hook: Assassin]
I said they treat me like a slave, cah’ me black
Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain, cah’ we black

All them say we doomed from the start, cah’ we black
Remember this, every race start from the block, just remember that

[Verse 2]

I mean, it’s evident that I’m irrelevant to society
That’s what you’re telling me, penitentiary would only hire me

I know you hate me just as much as you hate yourself
Jealous of my wisdom and cards I dealt

How can I tell you I’m making a killin’?
You made me a killer, emancipation of a real nigga

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

This plot is bigger than me, it’s generational hatred
It’s genocism, it’s grimy, little justification

I can tell cause your ways deceitful
Know I can tell because you’re in love with that Desert Eagle
Thinkin’ maliciously, he get a chain then you gone bleed him
It’s funny how Zulu and Xhosa might go to war
Two tribal armies that want to build and destroy
Remind me of these Compton Crip gangs that live next door
Beefin’ with Pirus, only death settle the score

Or eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdays
Or jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements
Or watch BET cause urban support is important

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Day 26: Robert Glasper and Bilal “All Matter”

Hey Folks,

Here is my song for today.

“All Matter”

We’re all the same
And all so very different
Divine by design
It all intertwines

Ain’t nothin’ new
But it’s always changin’
Movin’ still waters
Soft yet so hard

So what is love?
(What is it?)
What is love?
(What is it?)

Cool on the outside
Hot in the middle
Cool on the outside
Hot in the middle but

You ain’t even gotta try
All you gotta do is realize
You ain’t even gotta try
All you gotta do is realize
(It’s all matter)

One great big small thing
Like humming in the spring breeze
A speck of dust
In this vast universe
It’s just like a raindrop
In the sea of consciousness

Oh, it’s all matter
It’s all matter

So what is love?
(What is it?)
What is love?
(What is it?)

Cool on the outside
Hot in the middle
Cool on the outside
Hot in the middle but

You ain’t even gotta try
All you gotta do is realize
You ain’t even gotta try
All you gotta do is realize

It’s all matter
It’s all matter
It’s all matter
It’s all matter
(You ain’t gotta try)

It’s everything it ought to be
It’s everything it needs to be, okay
Don’t stand in the way
You’ll only make it hard

Just keep it flowing
Flow with the ocean
And you’ll be
Just where you should be

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep going, just keep going
Keep going just keep going so

So what is love?
(What is it?)
So what is love?
(What is it?)

Cool on the outside
Hot in the middle
Cool on the outside
Hot in the middle

Oh, what is love?
(What is it?)
What is love, love?
(What is it?)

Cool on the outside
Hot in the middle
Cool on the outside
Hot in the middle but

You ain’t even gotta try
All you gotta do is realize
You ain’t even gotta try
All you gotta do is realize

You ain’t even gotta try
All you gotta do is realize
You ain’t even gotta try
All you gotta do is realize

It’s all matter
It’s all matter
It’s all matter

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Day 21: Mos Def “Umi Says”

Hey Folks,

Thank you for rocking with me so far this month. I am hoping that you are enjoying the songs I picked for Black History Month, music with a message. This selection comes from Yasin Bey, formerly known as, Mos Def. He is a rapper, an actor, and he can hold a good note as a singer. In this song, he sings almost throughout the entire track. “My Umi” means “My Mother” in the Arabic language. His mother wants him to spread his love and positive vibes to the world.

What black man or woman hasn’t felt like what he was expressing in this song?..Knowing you are not perfect, trying so hard to make it with the systematic obstacles in your way every day and to quote “feeling like crying” but also being thankful and grateful for being alive and telling yourself things will get better and to shine on while wanting our people to be free from injustice. This song has a very inspiring message for Black people around the world. Still brings tears to my eyes, and I hope for what he says can actually come true at some point.

I don’t wanna write this down
I wanna tell you how I feel right now
I don’t wanna take no time to write this down
I wanna tell you how I feel right now, hey

Tomorrow may never come
For you Umi
Life is not promised
Tomorrow may never show up
For you Umi
This life is not promised

I ain’t no perfect man
I’m trying to do, the best that I can,
With what it is I have
I ain’t no perfect man
I’m trying to do, the best that I can,
With what it is I have

Put my heart and soul into this song (yes yes)
I hope you feel me
From where I am, to wherever you are
I mean that sincerely
Tomorrow may never come
For Umi
Life is not promised
Tomorrow may never appear
You better hold this very moment very close to you (right now)
Very close to you (right now)
So close to you, So- close to you (your moment in history is right now!)
Don’t be affraid, to let it shine

My Umi said shine your light on the world
Shine your light for the world to see
My Abi said shine your light on the world
Shine your light for the world to see
(I want black people to be free, to be free, to be free)
My Abi said shine your light on the world
(Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free)
Shine your light for the world to see
(Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free)
My Umi said shine your light on the world
(Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free)
Shine your light for the world to see
(Want black people to be free, to be free)

Sometimes I get discouraged
I look around and, things are so weak
People are so weak
Sometimes,
Sometimes I feel like crying
Sometimes my heart gets heavy
Sometimes I just want to leave and fly away [fly fly fly, like a dove]
Sometimes I don’t know what to do with myself [ow!]
Passion takes over me
I feel like a man
Going insane
Losing my brain
Trying to maintain
Doing my thing
Hey hey hey hey hey
Put my heart and soul into this y’all
I hope you feel me
Where I am, to wherever you are
Sometimes I don’t want to be bothered
Sometimes I just want a quiet life, with
Me and my babies, me and my lady
Sometimes I don’t want to get into no war
(Black people to be free, to be free)
Sometimes I don’t wanna be a soldier
Sometimes I just wanna be a man, but

Umi said shine your light on the world
Shine your light for the world to see
My Abi said shine your light on the world
Shine your light for the world to see
(I want black people to be free, to be free, to be free)
My dreamers said shine your light on the world
(Want black people to be free, to be free, to be free)
Shine your light for the world to see
(Want black people)
My elders said shine your light on the world (Hey hey)
Shine your light for the world to see

I want black people to be free, to be free, to be free
All my people to be free, to be free, to be free
Oh black people to be free, to be free, to be free
Oh black people to be free, to be free, to be free

That’s all that matters to me

Black people unite and let’s all get down
Gotta have what,
Gotta have that love
Peace and understanding
One God, one light
One man, one voice, one mic
Black people unite come on and do it right
Black people unite come on and do it right
Black people unite come on and get down
Gotta have what,
Love, peace and understanding
One God, one voice, one life
One man, gon’ shine my light
Black people unite, now hop up and do it right
Black people unite, now come on and do it right
Yeah baby that’s what I like
Yeah baby that’s what I like
Yeah baby that’s what I like,
Black people, my people

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Day 20: Dead Prez “It’s Bigger Than Hip Hop”

Hey Folks,

I am excited about today’s choice of music. Dead Prez. This album, Let’s Get Free can be played without interruption in my opinion, but the track, “It’s Bigger Than Hip-Hop” seems to be the most famous from the band to date. Again, this entire album is a message. Tracks like, “They Schools,” “Mind Sex,” “Discipline”… it really just goes on. The first time I heard this album, I was riding with my boyfriend at the time to the Olive Garden, and he starts to play “Mind Sex.” From there, I was hooked. I ran out to find the album. I remember using the art from the album on my wall freshman year in college. The art, which I could not find depicts pigs as cops and the struggle.. all the way to what seems to be like a paradise in Africa. I am sure my roommate thought I was crazy. My whole wall was red black and green. I had the pleasure of seeing them live a few times while in Berlin, and to meet M1 as well. The song has a powerful message, and it was also featured on Dave Chappelle’s, “The Chappelle Show.” I think a lot of people miss that. People would ask how did you know he was so into that “Black stuff?” I am like did you not hear that song he opens his show to? I digress, enjoy the song and have a wonderful day.

“It’s Bigger Than Hip-Hop”

[radio tuning]

It’s still bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip
It’s bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop

[Verse 1]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
One thing ’bout music when it’s real they get scared
Got us slavin for the welfare
Aint no food, clothes, or healthcare
I’m down for guerilla warfare
All my niggas put your guns in the air if you really don’t care
Skunk in the air, make a nigga wanna buck in the air
for my brother locked up in the jump for a year
Shit is real out here don’t believe these videos
This fake ass industry gotta pay to get a song on the radio
Really though, DP’z gon’ let you know
It’s just a game of pimps and hoes
And it’s all ’bout who you know
Not who we are, or how we grow
I rap ’bout what I know, what I go through
What I been through, not just for no dough
Even though the rent due, what I’m into aint for no dough
Or just no fame, everything must change, nothin remains the same
Sick of the same ol’ thang, it’s bigger than “Bling Bling”

[HOOK:]
If I, feel it I feel it, if I don’t, I don’t
If it aint really real then I probably won’t
Rollin with my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
For this real hip hop y’all I’m ready to die
Uhh, hip what hop what hip what hop what hip what hop what hip what
Hop c’mon, c’mon, my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
For this real hip hop y’all I’m ready to die

[Verse 2]
Hip hop means sayin what I want never bite my tongue
Hip hop means teaching the young
If you feelin what I’m feelin then you hearin what I’m sayin
cause these fake fake records just keep on playin
What you sayin huh DP bringin the funk
Let the bassline rattle your trunk, uhhh!
Punk pig wit a badge wanna handcuff me cuz my pants that’s tend to sag
Hip hop means throw up your rag, soldier flag
Whether ridin on the bus or you stole a jag
M-1 mean freedom, burn the cash
Revolutionary love til the day we pass
Will they play it on the radio
Maybe not, maybe so we gon keep it pumpin though
Everybody know we headed for the whoa, fo sho

[Verse 3]
Ay dogg that label is that slave ship
Owners got them whips and rappers is slaves
If you really wanna eat you gotta hear the same thing
With the football, b-ball, or if you slangin that dope
Aint never seen no hope, brainwash video shows be foolin my folk
What the hell a brother gon do though, huh
When the rent due, when the lights and the gas gonna get cut off
Drop them raps or cock them gats
Aint never had shit ever since we came to this bitch
Why I gotta feel pain to get rich
‘Stead of stackin chips, finna pack them clips

[HOOK x2]
(Ride to this if you miss Tupac, bounce to this if you love Big Poppa)

We keep it crunkah

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Day 24: Jill Scott “The Fact Is (I Need You”

Hey Foks,

I have magically gotten sick over the last few days. Sleeping with the fan on…probably not my best idea. I still wanted to do this post. Love this song. Jill Scott is an artist from Philadelphia. She sings, and can act. Love the song and its message.

  

I can pay my own light bill baby

Pump my own gas in my own car

I can buy my own shoe collection

I’ve been blessed thus far

I can kill the spider above my bed

Although it’s hard because I’m scared

I can even stain and polyurethane

But some things just don’t change

I need you yeah

Sometimes so hard to say oh

I need you

Some things remain

I could buy my own groceries baby

Get my hair tight, my nails right

I can floss my own bling bling

Write the words to the songs I sing

I can even raise the child we’ll make

Make sure he’s loved and knows what God gave us

I can teach him how to walk and stand

But he needs you to help him be a man

We need you

So hard to say

We need you

Some things don’t change

I could be congresswoman

Or a garbage woman or

Police officer, or a carpenter

I could be a doctor and a lawyer and a mother and a good girl

God what you’ve done to me

Kind of lover I could be

I could be a computer analyst, the Queen with the nappy hair raising her fist

Or I could be much more and a myriad of this

Hot as the summer, sweet as the first kiss

And even though I can do all these things

I need you

And even though I can do all these things

We need you

We need you

We need you

And even though I can do all these things by my damn self

I need you

I do, I do, I do, I do

And even though I can do all these things

I need you

We need you

We do

We need you yeah

We need you



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Day 23: Mystic “Ghetto Bird”

Hey folks,

As this month has progressed, I am lamenting the fact that February is so darn short. I wanted to also add a book by writer of color monthly would be a great addition. I do not want to pigeon holed into celebrating the art and culture of people of African descent and other non-white people year around.

Anyways, it’s the 23rd, so I will move on to my choice for today. This is coming from West Coast based rapper, Mystic. Born on a commune to a European American mother, and an African American dad, she moved around a lot as a child, but eventually settled in 2001. Mystic is legendary in underground hip hop circles. I thought she only released one album, “Cuts For Luck, Scars for Freedom,” but I found she release another one just last year. I have to get that.

This song, called “Ghetto Birds” is about a portion of the struggle people involved in this life, can experience. Ghetto birds are basically, helicopters that can be heard in low income areas of color throughout the States. I’ve lived in South Central, and East Side Long beach, and yes, this is true. She really goes in, well the entire album is filled with jewels like this. Listen below.

I could not find a playable track from youtube

Listen Here

With your name in wet concrete you still aint own the block
Let your money counter tick time still gone tock
You could walk around in a hennesey bliss
‘n’ keep fuckin them bitches that you aint even kiss
You could keep gettin high with them tears in your eyes
‘n’ tellin yourself you like fuckin them guys
You got mountains of things (get money)
They not high enough to save you when the troops come runnin
‘n’ your shiny new hummer that aint strong enough
To withstand the bombs they gone drop on us
They got us killin ourselves numbin our brains
They buggin our phones ‘n’ fannin the flames
We damn near got our hands out beggin for more
Forget creepin through the window they walkin through the front door
The mystery aint no mystery at all
Think you doin big things (love) they let you ball
Like they let our babies die ‘n’ lock us in cells
Like our youth aint got no options it aint hard to tell
It’s a war goin on that you thinkin that you safe from
But you like me in the scope of they gun
Ghetto birds
Here they come
Creepin through your window
Ghetto birds
Here they come
Walkin through your font door
Tell me where will you go
Our minds have been blinded by a twisted system
They got us thinkin if we paid then we different
We’re educated to destroy ourselves
To piece by piece dismantle true self
It’s no where to run nowhere to hide
Even when we askin questions they only tellin lies
My sore eyes weep like the shanandoah flows
Lord knows peace of mind is hard to hold
When our people seem resigned to destroying our divine
Our warriors and soldiers can’t make a front line
What’s the point of havin kids if we can’t love ourselves?
Listen to the innocents they screamin for help
We in full battle but we asleep on the fields
With our hands over our ears like the bullets aint real
I’m so tired of speakin faith into space
Hope when the horns cry I can see your face
Chorus
So many ways so many courses of action
So many underhanded schemes to break us into fractions
I try laughin just to soothe my sorrows
Watch the neighbourhood kids picturin tomorrow
We on borrowed time with borrowed nines
‘n’ they dope in our pockets on enemy mines
Understand I judge no one or they path
I love some true life killers who know I still ask
What you think it’d be like if we were really prepared?
‘n’ they call me a dreamer say they aint know ‘n’ aint scared
I stared at this rhyme for days and prayed
On the last night heard at least fifty shots sprayed
Then, ghetto birds ‘n’ screechin sirens
Could vomit from the violence bless they soul in calm silence
I’m just tired of the death ‘n’ folks turnin they cheek
Like the conspiracy aint real and we own these streets
Chorus

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Day 22: BlackStar “Brown Skin Lady”

Hey folks,

This Sunday update is killing my weekend schedule, but I figured I would post another one of favorites. Black Star was the group consisting of Mos Def and Talib Kweli, both New York natives. In their only, yet classic album, they explore the depths of best they find in women processing brown skin. It is quite the refreshing song, being that I am also brown skinned, and frankly people in the world do not make it easy to look like that. This song just appreciates women like me. Thank them for making it.

“Brown Skin Lady”

[Mos Def]
Be like yo, let me ask you somethin
I wanna know, I wanna know who you are

[Mos Def singing]
[Mos] Brown skin lady, hey hey
[Talib] Yes
[Mos] Where you goin
[Talib] This goes to the brown skin ladies
[Mos] Brown skin lady
[Talib] Yo, indigineous women of the planet Earth
[Mos] What you doin?
[Talib] Givin birth to the brown skin ladies first
[Mos] Brown skin lady
[Talib] For what it’s worth, from me to you
[Mos] How do you feel?
[Talib] From me to you, watchin you
I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
[Mos] I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like the WAY you move
[Talib] I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
way you walk, please, won’t you do that dance
[Mos] I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like you baby

[Together]
And everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing
Everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing, there she is

[Talib]
Fresher than Tony Rebel’s vestibules at African street festivals
My incredible women is, plentiful
Over the years I met a few, none of them compare to you
Preparin you to make food bearable, somethin terrible, let’s see:
you fruitful, beautiful, smart, lovable, huggable
Doable like art, suitable to be part
of my life, Coppertone, oh you copyright infringement
Pay you bidness ten cents, way back in the day
It’s like I’m standin there you know appreciatin God’s design
and then you showed up, it’s like you read my mind
DAMN SHE’S FINE, I think I add the R-E, in front of that
and see if she D, to get, with a cat like me

[Talib] I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
[Mos] I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like the WAY you move
[Talib] I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
way you walk, please, won’t you do that dance
[Mos] I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like you baby

[Together]
And everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing
Everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing, there she is

[Mos Def]
Ooooh! Daring me girl, look at you!
Comin on the block lookin fresh and brand new
Ooooh! Headwrap cover your hairdo
Pretty feet peekin through open-toed shoe
Ooooh! No limit to what I would do
Make love to you like long interview
Whooh! Is she for real, me like you
Good look champion, win the title
True, many man try invite you
Shot down lyric each time they cyph you
Jewel, what man you get all insides you
Feet they walk way and just that sheik posture
Ooooh! Can’t be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach you
Yo check her she the nectar the bee get close to

[Talib]
I don’t get many compliments, but I am confident
Used to have a complex about, gettin too complex
You got me, willin to try, looked me in the eye
My head is still in the sky, since you walked on by
I’m feelin high, got my imagination flickerin like hot flames
it’s how it seems, you make me wanna ride the coal train to A Love Supreme
My brown lady, creates environments, for
happy brown babies, I know it sounds crazy
but your skin’s the inspiration for cocoa butter
You provoke a brother we should get to know one another
I discover when I bring you through my people say TRUE, all I can say
is all praise due I thank you God for a beauty like you

[Mos Def singing]
[Mos] Brown skin lady
[Talib] Yes
[Mos] Where you goin
[Talib] This goes to the brown skin ladies
[Mos] Brown skin lady
[Talib] On the planet Earth today, yes
[Mos] What you doin?
[Mos] Brown skin lady
[Mos] How do you feel?

[Talib] I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
[Mos] I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like the WAY you move
[Talib] I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
way you walk, yes, please do that dance
[Mos] I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like you baby

[Together]
And everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing
Everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see you sing, there she is

[Mos] There she is, she’s a brown skinned lady
Such a brown skinned lady
She’s a brown skinned lady
She’s a brown skinned lady
She’s a brown skinned lady
She’s a brown skinned lady

[Talib]
You know what some people put themselves through
to look just like you?
Dark stocking, high heels, lipstick, alla that
You know what?
Without makeup you’re beautiful
Whatcha you need to paint the next face for
We’re not dealin with the European standard of beauty tonight
Turn off the TV and put the magazine away
In the mirror tell me what you see
See the evidence of divine presence
Women of the, Carribean, they got the, golden sun
I know women on the continent got it
Nigeria, and Ghana, you know they got it
Tanzania, Namibia and Mozambique
and Bothswana, to let it speak
about latinas, columbianas
[?]
Tallenas, of course the Brooklyn women walk that walk
And the Bronx women walk that walk
Honies from Queens walk that walk, NYC, ATL, LA
Cincinnati, the Bay Area…

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Day 19: Outkast “Liberation”

Hey Folks,

Another one of very favorite songs today, coming from Outkast. This track coming from the Aquemini album is about freedom; freedom from hatred, inequality, and all the obstacles African Americans face in our communities. Another song I listen to as I ride the train, or just sitting home with a nice drink. It just gets me thinking about everything I want to do in my life. Despite lots of n words, the song does have a very poignant message. I also love the track itself… who says hip hop is not music? Lovely song. Hope that you enjoy it too.


Outkast Erykah Badu Cee – Liberation by oublierleracismeskyblog

“Liberation”
(feat. Erykah Badu, Big Rube, Cee-Lo)

And there’s a, and there’s a
And there’s a, and there’s a, finnne.. linnne
Too late to pray that I’m on it..

Ya, yeah, yeah

[OutKast]
Y’all, uh-huh, y’all

[Andre Benjamin]
And there’s a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late, but baby I’m on it..
And there’s a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late, but baby I’m on it..
Can’t worry bout, what a nigga think now see
That’s Liberation and baby I want it..
Can’t worry bout, what another nigga think
Now that’s Liberation and baby I want it..

[Big Boi]
(Let me hear it, let me hear it, let me hear those, let me hear those)
How many times I, sit back and contemplate
I’m fresh off the dank, but I’m telling my story..
My relationship, with my folks is give and take
And I done took so much, not giving my glory
Now have a choice to be who you wants to be
It’s left uppa to me, and my momma n’em told me (yes she did)
I said I have a choice to be who you wants to be
It’s left uppa to me, and my momma n’em told me

[Cee-Lo]
No, no, no
I’m so tired, it’s been so long – struggling, hopelessly
Seven and forty days.. hey
Oh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe
To make you believe, I’d give my life away
Oh lord, I’m so tired, I’m so tired
My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my own
All on my own, wee..
We alive or we ain’t living, that’s why I’m giving until it’s gone
Cause I don’t wanna be alone (I don’t wanna be alone)
I don’t wanna be alone.. yeah
If there’s anything I can say, to help you find your way
Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I..
There’s not a minute that goes by that I don’t believe
that you die.. but I can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
But people keep your head to the sky

[singers in background over interlude]
Shake that load off, shake that load off [16X]

[Erykah Badu]
Folk in your face, you’re a superstar
Niggas hang around cause of who you are
You get a lot of love cause of what you got
Say they happy for you but they really not
Sell a lot of records and you roll a Benz
Swoll up in the spot, now you losing friends
All you wanna do is give the world your heart
but the label tried to make you compromise your art
You make a million dollars, make a million mo’
First class broad treat you like a nigga po’
You wanna say “Wait!” but you’re scared to ask
as your world starts spinning and it’s moving fast
Try to stay sane, it’s the price of fame
Spending your life trying to numb the pain
You shake that load off and sing a song
Liberate the minds, then you go on home..

[Big Rube]
I must admit, they planted a lot of things
in the brains and the veins of my strain
Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine
From them whores, from the flame
From a post in the game
Makes it hard to maintain focus
They’re from the glock rounds, and lockdowns, and berries
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
Cause it’s a hard row to hoe
if your ass don’t move, and the rain don’t fall
And the ground just dry
But the roots are strong, so some survive
So you’re surprised, now I’m bustin cries
You got more juice than Zeus
Slanging lightning trying to frighten
Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti
But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
Melanin silicon and collagen injected
Dissecting my pride, fool I don’t wanna get it started
We be the lionhearted, without a fantasy
It’s like that red sprite, you can’t imagine it
unless you lookin at the canvas of life
and not through the peephole of mortality
Single minded mentality
Gettin over on loopholes
Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities
Clicking your heels, scared to bust how you feel
Pack the steel
Picking cotton from the killing fields with no toe
I don’t we in Kansas no mo’ though
Midwest or Dirty South
Clean dressed or dirty mouth
Whether robbin preachers or Killing Poor Righteous Teachers
You a scared demon
Shouldn’t be allowed to spread semen
And your cowardly lies never defyin the jackals who babble
Running with they pack, tail between your legs
Though the man on your head say the story
As you downplay your glory
Cackling, helping the shackling of your brethren happen
Just by rapping..
LIBERTAD..