Nina Simone excerpt:
"An artist's duty, as far as I'm concerned, is to reflect the times
I think that is true
Our painters, sculptors, poets, musicians
I, in which is I am concerned is that choice
But I choose to reflect the times and the situations in which I find myself
That, to me, is my duty. And at this crucial time in our lives
When everything is so desperate
When every day is a matter of survival
I don't think you can help but be involved
Young people, black and white, know this
That's why they'rе so involved in politics
We will shape and mold this country
Or it will not bе molded and shaped at all anymore
So, I don't think you have a choice
How can you be an artist and not reflect the times?"
29, young, black in America
Weight of that alone like a Pr that I'm putting up
Full of love, but there's many ways
To invoke and rage, that's anyone
But what they say
Falling on ears and cooperating
From the start
All of the odds were against me
The way I grew up, & how I grew up & who I Grew up with are blessings
& all of this shit is a rose pedal
Pit stop, for your soul, a vessel
Finding your flaws and perfect em
Realizing that you are special
I can't associate with a vibe
That is not happy I'm rising
I put in the work, I put in the time
I put in the time again
I Read all these books, relaxed and I prayed
Stay centered stay present
Reflecting on negatives?
You probly ain't learn the lesson yet
Everything could be settled with love
You just really gotta mean it
Look at the love I get from the world
Do you think they really mean it?
From the job, the school, the cops
Your boys, and even them girls
Some of your fam
& Even your mans just in case you ain't hear me
Imagine a life without love
So you go hard when you get it
But it don't work out
And you got a kid in the picture
& she the type to grab the phone quick
And say that you hit her
Not even know the kid who do witness
He gon grow to remember
He cope with the liquor
He Cope with the drugs
That they done placed in our neighborhoods
Plus the ways of today's and suppressing them inner thoughts
No luck with a job
Gave up on the school
Now you feel you bout to lose it
A gram in your hand
A granny that's happy
You found a way through music
"An artist's duty, as far as I'm concerned, is to reflect the times
I think that is true
Our painters, sculptors, poets, musicians
I, in which is I am concerned is that choice
But I choose to reflect the times and the situations in which I find myself
That, to me, is my duty. And at this crucial time in our lives
When everything is so desperate
When every day is a matter of survival
I don't think you can help but be involved
Young people, black and white, know this
That's why they'rе so involved in politics
We will shape and mold this country
Or it will not bе molded and shaped at all anymore
So, I don't think you have a choice
How can you be an artist and not reflect the times?"
29, young, black in America
Weight of that alone like a Pr that I'm putting up
Full of love, but there's many ways
To invoke and rage, that's anyone
But what they say
Falling on ears and cooperating
From the start
All of the odds were against me
The way I grew up, & how I grew up & who I Grew up with are blessings
& all of this shit is a rose pedal
Pit stop, for your soul, a vessel
Finding your flaws and perfect em
Realizing that you are special
I can't associate with a vibe
That is not happy I'm rising
I put in the work, I put in the time
I put in the time again
I Read all these books, relaxed and I prayed
Stay centered stay present
Reflecting on negatives?
You probly ain't learn the lesson yet
Everything could be settled with love
You just really gotta mean it
Look at the love I get from the world
Do you think they really mean it?
From the job, the school, the cops
Your boys, and even them girls
Some of your fam
& Even your mans just in case you ain't hear me
Imagine a life without love
So you go hard when you get it
But it don't work out
And you got a kid in the picture
& she the type to grab the phone quick
And say that you hit her
Not even know the kid who do witness
He gon grow to remember
He cope with the liquor
He Cope with the drugs
That they done placed in our neighborhoods
Plus the ways of today's and suppressing them inner thoughts
No luck with a job
Gave up on the school
Now you feel you bout to lose it
A gram in your hand
A granny that's happy
You found a way through music
( Liam Mahal )
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