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Magdalene is tremblingLike a washing on a lineTrembling and gleamingNever before was a man so kindNever so redeeming Enter the multitudesIn Exxon blueIn radiation roseEcstasyNow you tell meWho you gonna get to do the dirty workWhen all the slaves are free?(Who’re you gonna get) I am up a sycamoreLooking through the leavesA sinner of some […]learn more
My momma was an Afrikan woman,
My wife is an Afrikan woman,
My grandmother was a Afrikan woman,
My sisters are Afrikan women,
My nieces are Afrikan women,
Is it a wonder why I don’t love Afrikan women?
Can you understand why I don’t, won’t call an Afrikan woman a “ho?”
Do you see why I don’t, won’t call an Afrikan woman a Bitch?
I spent nine months in the womb of an Afrikan woman, in the warmth of her bosom,
When I cried, it was an Afrikan woman that comforted me.
When I got lost, it was an Afrikan woman who found me and brought me home.
Can you understand why I don’t, won’t physi
*Hear ye, hear ye
This court is now in session
His Honor, Judge Pigmeat Markham presidin
Hear ye, hear ye, the court of swing
It’s just about ready to do that thing
I don’t want no tears, I don’t want no lies
Above all, I don’t want no alibis
This Judge is hip, and that ain’t all
He’ll give you time if you’re big or small
All in line for this court is neat
Peace brother, here comes the Judge
Here comes the Judge
Everybody knows that he is the judge
Everybody near or far
I’m goin’ to Paris to stop this war
All those kids gotta listen to me
Because I am the judge and you can pl
If we must die, let it not belike hogs hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, while round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die, o let us nobly die, so that our precious blood may not be shed In vain; then even the monsters we defy Shall be constrained to honor us through dead!
O kinsmen! We must meet the common foe! Though far outnumbered let us show us brave, And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Wall to wall of foreign names, of places that I’ve been
Time and time and time again, I’ve long prayed for my dream
The journey of my true return, my brothers open arms
Their precious songs of freedom burn
Sing “I will fear no harm.”
In all I do, in all I do
Nothing matters, nothing new, oh
I still long for you, don’t you know
I still long for you, don’t you know
Time won’t heal this open wound, of fate that brought me hear
But I know my heart’s desire, my destiny is near
Justice, take your rightful place, reclaim these stolen years
Let the sound of freedom fall, on these l
Some people think we don’t have the right
To say it’s my country
Before they give in, they’d rather fuss and fight
Than say it’s my country
I’ve paid three hundred years or more
Of slave driving, sweat, and welts on my back
This is my country
Too many have died in protecting my pride
For me to go second class
We’ve survived a hard blow and I want you to know
That you must face us at last
And I know you will give consideration
Shall we perish unjust or live equal as a na
So she sd, if u lose me, u lose a good thing.
and he sd, u’re right
but there are so many good things
what cld the loss of one good thing be to me.
and she sd yeah, somebody else may groove u, but
nobody will ever luv u like I do.
and he sd, baby that might be true
but things that these young girls can do.
make a man forget about luv and u.
A part of living is giving,
giving of oneself –
freely, fully, deeply,
without reservation without guilt.
A part of living is receiving,
freely, fully, deeply
without reservation, without guilt.
A part of living is loving
for then the circle is complete,
for then all parts of the circle meet.
For living is giving and receiving and loving…
Copyright by Albert McClure.
She wants a man she can just
unfold when she needs him
then fold him up again
like those 50 cent raincoats
women carry in their purses
in case they get caught in stormy weather.
This one has her thumb out
for a man who’s going her way.
She’ll hitch with him a while,
let him take her down the road for a piece.
But I want to take you where you’re going
I’m unfolding for you
like a roadmap you can never again fold up
exactly the same as before…
I will track you down the years,
Down the night,
Till my anguish falls away,
Stat by star,
And my heart spreads flaming wings
Where you are.
I will find you, never fear-
Make you mine.
Think that you have bound me fast
To the earth?
I will rise to sing you yet,
Song of mirth.
I will let you think you won,
Till I creep from dark and toil
To your side,
Hold you to my heart and sleep,
I will track you down the sky,
Down the blue,
Till my song becomes the sun
Of the years
And the golden April rains
Are my tears…
From Star by Slearn more