Black Thought - Noir

Black Thought - Noir
February 18th, 2019
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“The obsession with race is disturbing to those that wish to divert attention away from the unyielding attributes that have plagued black America. However, we all must realize how such disenfranchisement has negatively affected us all. We are all equal and we are all human; we all have something to say and something to contribute; essentially, we all deserve to be heard, recognized and respected. That being said, our celebration of Black History Month brings us closer to understanding the struggles and contributions African Americans have made in making America what it is.

“There was a time in America when Blacks weren’t free to pursue their creative endeavors. Such cultural tension led to Blacks creating the first American musical art form: Jazz. This music, the antithesis of western idealism, is what continues to inspire black music today. My work embraces this perspective, but furthermore, it serves as a reminder of how music can lay the groundwork for self-expression and cultural awareness. Embrace Black History Month and take the time to realize how black music has shaped the cultural narrative of America.” - Adrian Younge

Song Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A young inmate
Who knew his fate
Was truly great
Had to escape from the chains
That brought him to the States
To save face
He made more than a few mistakes
While back-tracing his roots
Like Henry Louis Gates
Respectfully, the trajectory
He remained in it
He tried to walk on water
Instead of wade in it
He went from cradle to grave
He's been a king of the slaves
The menagerie of America
He was made in it
Instead of waiting for Superman
His people had a plan
They were sticking it to the man
Whose energy was spent like solid gold
Uberman
'cause everything he did came back
Like a boomerang
A ruler without a throne
The ruins are not of Rome
Intruder without a home
A heart made out of stone
A blade made out of bone
The skin made out of copper tone
A loner that's not alone
The child that's got his own
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[Verse 2]
The wave took some time to catch on
[The spade was ray?]
He wasn't afraid to press on
Neither was his child
Because he embraced the weapon
That aimed at the same prize
His eyes were kept on
Surviving on soup kitchens, bread lines
And newspaper clippings
When he was in the headlines
For being degradated
Segregated
And red-lined
For blue-collar crimes
That could've got him fed time
Where funds is critical
And sons is killable
That unfulfillable
40 acres, untillable
To make it [jenable?]
Would've taken a miracle
I pray for the earth
The day the meat will inherit you
I'm singing as [?Joyce]
But couldn't lift every voice
Society in life and death
Is making a heavy choice
Lifting a heavy weight
With so much hella hate
That every day I wait
Is a reason to celebrate
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