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Transformation
10:01
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We shall be changed
In the twinkling of an eye
...shall be changed
(2x)
Give us justice... Now!
Give us justice... Now! (2x)
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2. |
History
08:24
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We built you Sam
In tears and sweat and blood
blisters and sores
Sun-rays piercing through our gaze
leaving holes in our todays
murdering any hope for tomorrow
What happened to that God you spoke of?
punched down my throat!
kicked in my face!
I ain't seen him in your eyes lately
I ain't heard him in your words
You even walkin like the devil these days
with a sly shift
a crooked grin
smirking at the dollar signs of tomorrow
sealing your eyes from the horrors of today
Don't you choke on that hate you cooked in that
awful scented kitchen of pain?
Tell me why you lied, and was it worth it
The culture you called stool
stepped on and then stole
The malignant markings you left on the souls of folk
Scratching for breath in the land that calls them
Pariah
for trying to breathe
The second hand murders you had a first hand in creating
The love you sold
smashed and shoved into the hulls of ships
To grow rancid, rot, and fester
to ooze, bubble, and puss
to die in the darkness
So, Tell me -
was it worth it?
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3. |
Cycles
10:03
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The sun slapped me last night -
Rippled me to the edge of earth
Where angels fly with broken wings and love with shattered hearts Moonwalk in their minds to the sounds of teardrops
Beating Michael and Marley, Mayfield and Marvin
Rest in peace
What’s going on?
You can’t teach soul like that
You can’t get this funk not to stink
So you just better breathe deep
And rock your head
Move your hips
Find God in the drum
Revolution in the bass
And make freedom look sexy tonight
The sun slapped me last night -
Rippled me to the edge of earth
Where angels resurrect newspaper clippings with God
in the time before times
When Halos shined through clouds like north stars to freedom Guided by the sounds of our flesh cutting through air
Listening to the words of ancestors beating against our skin
Using scars on backs as maps
We dream of better places
Where history remembers our name and the future’s born in our favor
So one time for the brothers and sisters in school
challenging rules for better tomorrows
Fighting traditions and yesterdays
Serpent tongues and false smiles
You are evolution in tears and sweat
You are everything they read about but are too afraid to see:
The beating at the protest
The innocent man behind bars
The pain of the verdict after the cops kill a brother
Or stick him with a plunger
Ask your questions,
Demand your answers,
Do not let them fade your soul
So two times for the preachers not scared to preach the truth
Standing tall in ghettos, praying God blows his
breath around these parts
Cause summertime heat has folk feeling violent
Saying it’s just too hot to believe God cares
So they bottle their frustration in beers
And wait to see those eyes
Feel that gaze
Something,
Lord, make me a sign
Let me know you still care!
The sun slapped me last night -
Rippled me to the edge of earth
Where forgotten angels are ready for repatriation
Too proud to cry, so they fish fry
On corners and stoops
Backyards and barbershops
Arguing the world isn’t round
For we are the children of her dark corners
You will not fade our soul.
(Saul Williams:)
I surrendered my beliefs
and found myself at the tree of life
injecting my story into the veins of leaves
only to find that stories like forests
are subject to seasons
poem written by Jeremie Harris
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4. |
Momentum, pt. 1
11:44
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5. |
Momentum, pt. 2
07:02
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These questions must be asked:
Why are there millions of poor people in America?
Who owns the banks?
Who owns the prisons, and who are its occupants?
Why do some have billions, while most struggle to survive?
We can’t sit idly by while some profit off of the pain of others
While gates both visible and invisible separate the wealthy from the hungry
When the consequences of these barriers result in everything
from flooded homes to broken dreams.
When death is a cost we have grown accustomed to bearing,
we cannot compromise in our pursuit of justice.
We cannot retreat in the face of inequity,
We cannot ignore the patterns of brutality,
We will NOT be silenced!
. . . .
The depression is coming in heavy.
I can feel it from all corners, shape-shifting around me
Betrayal lays like a heavy fog in the air I breathe
I know I’m a target... but I must keep moving.
. . . .
On this blistering August day,
we stand face to face with our beloved country,
as we have done so many times before, and demand:
Your very fabric must be changed!
YOU MUST BE BORN AGAIN!
And as our final hour draws ever, ever closer,
it seems to me, in my sanctified imagination,
that we cry...
that we cry...
NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW! NOW!!!!!!!!
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6. |
Ascension
11:22
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We who feel lava in our eyes and hearts
Find it hard not to shake or scream
The cool that we have learned melts quickly,
Receding into the false air that kills us to breathe
In lost languages of love,
With eyes dim and souls open,
We pray freedom and truth
Hear my cry oh lord - for America sins
as if she knows not what she does
Send us word in the trees and the birds
For they stand toughest to the wind
and touch closest to the sky
Let us find strength in the charge of our blood and the chill of our skin
We stand on broken glass with bloody feet
Ready to run
Revolt
with hot hearts of courage, tired of confusion
Give our thoughts wings,
Wrap us tight in rings of resistance -
and let us fly
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Samora Pinderhughes New York, New York
Samora Pinderhughes is a composer, filmmaker, and interdisciplinary artist known for striking intimacy and carefully crafted, radically honest lyrics alongside high-level musicianship and cutting visuals. He works in the tradition of the black surrealists, those who bend word, sound, and image towards the causes of revolution. ... more
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