Luyện nghe bài hát Foreward, 1619

The goes to and fro
Like a lion seeking to devour
him

Don't the book, I got more to write
You can change the story, that is my
I read in color, they see black and
You just saw the cover, but more to life
close the book, I got more to write
You can the story, that is my advice
I read in color, see black and white
You just saw the cover, but there's more to

Yeah,
introduction before I narrate
I'm from the west, between and Kanye
I up between section eight and cloud nine
During my youth I lost my of being colorblind
In between white and black nihilism
AME churches, stores and the prison systems
Hoteps and preachers on the block, was dropping wisdom
I pick it up and just give it a little rhythm
They said my had a couple of kings
A couple queens, a thieves, a couple fiends
Despite the struggle, I would teach that we are
I fall short like a midget but I'm for the people
The people, argue I with integration
Their false liberation is really
The youth view my history some suspicion
They progress past religion and tradition
I say

Don't close the book, I got to write
You can change the story, that is my
I in color, they see black and white
You just saw the cover, but there's to life
Don't the book, I got more to write
You can change the story, is my advice
I read in color, they see and white
You just saw the cover, but there's more to

Hello average, let me you to awesome
That Harlem renaissance age had some artists
That miseducation, that marauding
That life before Eve ate that in the garden
They say 'You might be on the side of history'
Well, that depends on who's
Who's reciting, typing and who likes it
If we peace somebody has to do the fighting
We exit Egypt, to speak resistance
turn around, and ask pharaoh for his assistance
Huh, what is logic to the
forgiveness to people who think they're sinless?
We are those, fully exposed, and Eve hiding our weakness
Folks who wanna be but the devil stands between us
Who knows the dirty with an urgent need to be cleaned up
They oppose my solution, everybody Jesus

Don't close the book, I got to write
You can change the story, is my advice
I read in color, see black and white
You just saw the cover, but more to life
Don't close the book, I got to write
You can change the story, is my advice
I read in color, see black and white
You just saw the cover, but there's more to

Yeah, protest to the law?
Should I pray or I riot?
Do I want peace, or do I want so I can try it?
gonna give the truth when these church moms retire?
When censorship gets you fired and nobody inspired
I don't care what you look like, black, or magenta
I don't where you come from, Africa or placenta
We all desperate and broken, given the dilemma
Do I serve God, or do I off in my agenda?
I thinking I was Daniel with the lions
I'm like Israel in hiding it's time to fight Goliath
I've been broken, I've seen death
I've fought doubt, I've been knocked out, I what hurt is
I run from the truth, but I know where the is
I failed doing my job but yet I my purpose
Jesus I was blind but now I see
But my is I think I see too many things

Let us crack open the spine of this book
a few pages and take a deep look
This is not the in the Rye
This is the who caught the slave catcher's eye
Yet an invisible man who has the world watching
Shall we the protagonist?
For I am the colored cog in the capitalist
With baby faced bronze skin and appeal snatched from the cradle of civilization
My is Louis Portier
Arrived on shores but I've got more to say
From Bali to to Beaufort, South Carolina
Sierra Leone to Sapelo,
Sugar on my fingertips and shackles on my feet
There are limitations to a man so pity me until I sunk my tooth Juneteenth
Freedom tastes grandma's sweet potato pie
But it goes from master's to mass incarceration
As the Jim Crow flies, all of happened, more or less
This is Up From Slavery, meets Porgy and
Wilson, and Kenya Barris
James Brown and Burr
Wiley, and Kara Walker
George Carrothers, and Washington
Carver, the great and reconstruction
From black wall streets, to Harlem
This is black and success, put on full display
Whether the Little Rock, or the Charleston Nine
Trying to integrate, or praying to alive
Thinking if my work was good somehow y'all would recognize my personhood
But nah, instead I had to this chocolate charm
This brilliance, this ebony ingenuity
I what this nation has done, can do, and is doing to me
Also what it could be and still, I rise
From 1619 and beyond I stand
From being of a compromised plan
the breath in my black lungs
Shouting words from a place of love
'I am a