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Black And Strong (Homesick)

アーティスト:The Last Poets  アルバム:Holy Terror 

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I'm coming home were I belong I'm coming home, Real, Black & strong Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street Colours so loud they let the walls speak As one, Black & Strong Like the stories of the peoples of a small streets Give it up, as they all speak, as one Be black & strong Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street Colours so loud that when the walls speak As one,Be black & strong Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street Colours so loud that when the walls speak As one,Be black & strong Like the stories from the peoples on small streets Give it up, as they all speak, as one black & strong Like the stories of people of a small street Different but the same as when they all speak As one,Be black & strong I see a slave that's on a ship In fact it's getting gripped the Great,Great grandson thats a trip, he's equipt A broken man in tattered rags,a one way ticket the game was a four hundred year reign, Tote that bar,lift that bail,you ran for the country,you were for jail He was sold to his master to the highest bidder,three cows,two horses & a healthy nigger Bred like they had a burnt face,lost in space Born to loose,the perfect race,doomed to loose Doomed to dilapitate in the great United States The land of the free & the land of the Indian Brave A plantation for a 20th century slave I'm coming home.where I belong I'm coming back Real black & strong I'm coming back where I belong I'm coming home.............. Real black & strong.......... I'm coming home.where I belong I'm coming back Real black & strong I'm coming home.where I belong I'm coming back Real black & strong I'm coming home.............. Like a Jones. The screams,the lands screaming,women and children screaming,mens dignity and respect screaming,the screams inside seperate the emotions,pushing us over the edge,into self-hatred for the success and happiness,of large tribes,small tribes The ancestors all connected by chain, linked to their past insecurities deja vu Your mother was once my mother Your father was once my father My house,was your place to rest and restore in the war,in luxouriant & extravagant Whole houses,I've been hearing off mothers and sisters smiles and only this guide we trust The one who consumes are very manhood The bastard and illegemate ideas wrapped up in some green & putrid religeon,time is money Money is time,down to the docks,back in,be in, thrown in,even the ships have no mercy, they speak to us of coming evils,subtle pleasures & general decadance,General Motors and the Peelberry Doughboy,you will become the sleazy and slimey characters is someone elses mind,you will become the kindness that is truly a weakness,the Ocean is a hears this assault upon our being It becomes our friend,it shoes it's compassion Jah,Jah come to me,the waters become a deep and dark red,the Sharks feast on our desire to be free Bodies,bodies floating in there own after thoughts Children,children clinging to dead mothers In their inability to death,men searching the waters for famalies,men searching the water for one last memory of their famalies looking Africans dieing searchng for that final gasp of air,tears now become the dreams of finally standing still,torn and broken bodies betrays the very esscence of


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