Luyện nghe bài hát Foreward, 1619

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

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

Yeah,
introduction before I narrate
I'm the west, between Cornel and Kanye
I grew up section eight and cloud nine
During my I lost my sense of being colorblind
In between white supremacy and nihilism
AME churches, corner and the prison systems
Hoteps and on the block, they was dropping wisdom
I would pick it up and just it a little rhythm
They said my lineage had a couple of
A couple queens, a couple thieves, a fiends
Despite the struggle, I teach that we are equal
I fall like a midget but I'm down for the people
The people, argue I died with
Their liberation is really assimilation
The youth my history with 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 read in color, they see and white
You just saw the cover, but there's more to
close the book, I got more to write
You can the story, that is my advice
I in color, they see black and white
You saw the cover, but there's more to life

average, let me introduce you to awesome
That Harlem renaissance age had excellent artists
That miseducation, that midnight
That life before Eve ate that fruit in the
They say 'You be on the wrong side of history'
Well, that on who's writing
Who's reciting, who's typing and who it
If we want peace has to do the fighting
We exit Egypt, to speak resistance
Then turn around, and ask pharaoh for his
Huh, is logic to the ignorant?
What's forgiveness to people who they're sinless?
We are those, exposed, Adam and Eve hiding our weakness
Folks who wanna be close but the devil stands us
Who knows the dirty souls with an urgent to be cleaned up
They oppose my solution, everybody hates

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

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

Let us chiropractic crack open the of this book
Turn a few and take a deep look
is not the Catcher in the Rye
This is the African who the slave catcher's eye
Yet an man who has the whole world watching
Shall we the protagonist?
For I am the cog in the capitalist wheel
With baby faced bronze skin and melanin appeal snatched from the cradle of
My name is Louis
Arrived on these shores but got more to say
From Bali to Barbados to Beaufort, Carolina
Sierra Leone to Sapelo,
Sugar cane on my and shackles on my feet
There are limitations to a man so me until I sunk my tooth into Juneteenth
Freedom tastes like grandma's sweet pie
But it goes master's plantation to mass incarceration
As the Jim Crow flies, all of this happened, or less
This is Up From Slavery, meets Porgy and
Wilson, and Kenya Barris
James Brown and Burr
Kehinde Wiley, and Kara
George Carrothers, and Washington
Carver, the great migration and
From black streets, to Harlem Artilliers
This is black survival and success, put on display
Whether it's the Rock, or the Charleston Nine
Trying to integrate, or praying to stay
Thinking that if my work was good y'all would recognize my personhood
But nah, instead I had to hustle this charm
This brilliance, this ebony ingenuity
I know this nation has done, can do, and is doing to me
Also what it be and therefore still, I rise
From 1619 and here I stand
being three-fifths of a compromised plan
Using the in my black lungs
Shouting from a place of black love
'I am a