Luyện nghe bài hát Foreward, 1619

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

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

Yeah,
introduction before I narrate
I'm from the west, between and Kanye
I up between section eight and cloud nine
During my I lost my sense of being colorblind
In white supremacy and black nihilism
AME churches, corner and the prison systems
and preachers on the block, they 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 couple thieves, a fiends
Despite the struggle, I would that we are equal
I fall short like a midget but I'm for the people
The people, argue I died with
Their false is really assimilation
The youth view my history some suspicion
They wanna past religion and tradition
I say

close the book, I got more to write
You can change the story, that is my
I in color, they 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, they see black and
You saw the cover, but there's more to life

Hello average, let me introduce you to
That Harlem renaissance age had excellent artists
That miseducation, that midnight
That before Eve ate that fruit in the garden
They say 'You might be on the wrong side of
Well, that depends on writing
Who's reciting, typing and who likes it
If we want peace somebody has to do the
We Egypt, happy to speak resistance
Then turn around, and ask for his assistance
Huh, is logic to the ignorant?
What's to people who think they're sinless?
We are those, fully exposed, Adam and Eve our weakness
who wanna be close but the devil stands between us
Who knows the dirty souls with an urgent need to be up
They oppose my solution, hates Jesus

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

Yeah, protest to the law?
Should I pray or should I
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 gets
I don't care what you look like, black, white or
I don't care where you come from, Africa or
We all desperate and broken, given the dilemma
Do I serve God, or do I make off in my
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 seen working
I've fought doubt, I've knocked out, I know what hurt is
I run from the truth, but I know the church is
I failed doing my job but yet I know my
Praise I was blind but now I see
But my problem is I think I see too many

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 caught the slave eye
Yet an man who has the whole world watching
we meet the protagonist?
For I am the colored cog in the capitalist
With baby faced skin and melanin appeal snatched from the cradle of civilization
My is Louis Portier
on these shores but I've got more to say
From to Barbados to Beaufort, South Carolina
Leone to Sapelo, with
Sugar on my fingertips and shackles on my feet
There are to a man so pity me until I sunk my tooth into Juneteenth
Freedom tastes like sweet potato pie
But it goes from master's plantation to mass
As the Jim Crow flies, all of this happened, or less
is Up From Slavery, meets Porgy and Bess
August Wilson, and Kenya
Brown and James Burr
Kehinde Wiley, and Kara
George Carrothers, and Washington
Carver, the migration and reconstruction
From black wall streets, to Harlem
is black survival and success, put on full display
Whether it's the Rock, or the Charleston Nine
Trying to integrate, or praying to alive
Thinking that if my work was good somehow y'all recognize my personhood
But nah, instead I had to hustle this chocolate
This black brilliance, this ebony
I know what this nation has done, can do, and is to me
what it could be and therefore still, I rise
From 1619 and beyond here I
From being three-fifths of a plan
the breath in my black lungs
Shouting words from a place of black
'I am a