Luyện nghe bài hát Foreward, 1619

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

Don't close the book, I got more to
You can change the story, that is my
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, see black and white
You just saw the cover, but more to life

Yeah,
introduction before I narrate
I'm from the west, between Cornel and
I grew up section eight and cloud nine
During my I lost my sense of being colorblind
In between supremacy and black nihilism
AME churches, corner stores and the prison
Hoteps and preachers on the block, they was dropping
I would pick it up and give it a little rhythm
said my lineage 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 but I'm down for the people
The people, argue I with integration
Their liberation is really assimilation
The youth view my with some suspicion
They wanna progress past and tradition
I say

close 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 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 and white
You just saw the cover, but more to life

average, let me introduce you to awesome
That Harlem renaissance age had some artists
That miseducation, midnight marauding
That life before Eve ate fruit in the garden
say 'You might be on the wrong side of history'
Well, that depends on who's
Who's reciting, typing and who likes it
If we want peace has to do the fighting
We exit Egypt, happy to speak
Then turn around, and ask for his assistance
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

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

Yeah, what's protest to the
Should I or should I riot?
Do I peace, or do I want power so I can try it?
Who's gonna the truth when these church moms 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, 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 Daniel the lions
I'm like Israel in when it's time to fight Goliath
I've broken, I've seen death working
I've fought doubt, I've been out, I know what hurt is
I run from the truth, but I where the church is
I failed doing my job but yet I know my
Praise Jesus I was but now I see
But my problem is I think I see too things

Let us chiropractic open the spine of this book
Turn a few pages and take a look
is not the Catcher in the Rye
This is the African who caught the slave eye
Yet an invisible man who has the whole world
we meet the protagonist?
For I am the colored cog in the capitalist
With baby faced bronze and melanin appeal snatched from the cradle of civilization
My name is Portier
Arrived on shores but I've got more to say
Bali to Barbados to Beaufort, South Carolina
Sierra to Sapelo, with
Sugar on my fingertips and shackles on my feet
There are limitations to a man so pity me until I my tooth into Juneteenth
Freedom tastes like grandma's sweet pie
But it goes from plantation to mass incarceration
As the Jim Crow flies, all of happened, more or less
This is Up From Slavery, meets Porgy and
August Wilson, and Kenya
Brown and James Burr
Kehinde Wiley, and Walker
Carrothers, Clinton and Washington
Carver, the great and reconstruction
From black wall streets, to Harlem
This is survival and success, put on full display
Whether it's the Rock, or the Charleston Nine
Trying to integrate, or to stay alive
Thinking that if my work was good y'all would recognize my personhood
But nah, instead I had to hustle chocolate charm
This black brilliance, ebony ingenuity
I know what this has done, can do, and is doing to me
Also it could be and therefore still, I rise
From and beyond here I stand
From being three-fifths of a compromised
Using the in my black lungs
Shouting from a place of black love
'I am a