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intro by moon & phoenix
00:15
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moon: hi my name is moon
phoenix: I am phoenix
moon: welcome to 333
phoenix: welcome to 333
moon & phoenix: in the beginning…
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2. |
tallawah
03:36
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mi waan fi ask fiwi wi people
if wi have amneshah
cuz inna jamaica whole heapa wi a fallah
di u.s. of imperialist amerikkka
wid wi benz wi lex and ofcourse wi beama
fame money and drugs
is weh wi a defend
nobody nuh remembah way back when
di maroons did fight against dem enslavement
kill off di dyam english spanish and french
send dem back weh dem come from
gain independence
united we stand di divided mus repent (repeat)
where di british leave off
di amerikkkans start
want a new playground
when cuba kick dem raas
going all around di world
selling amerikkkkan dreams
jamaicans don’t buy dis babylonian scheme
dem tief di resources di lan
dem suh bold
export crack cocaine fi kill di young an di old
biggest arms smuggler pon disya world scene
dem gi wi pickney big gun
fi kill dem bright ghetto dream
politicians don’t give a shit about di state a di country
dem sell-out to amerikkkka fi mek nuff money
bogus election wid only two party
ave jamaicans kill jamaicans while dem feel haughty
if yuh walk pon di street whole heapa starving pickney
government nah provide no opportunity
people mus ave access to basic necessity
only a revolution will end disya poverty
chorus
and do you know what it means to have revolution
and do you know what it means to find a solution
and do you know what it means to save our nation
a revolution a revolution a revolution
(repeat song)
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3. |
jazz
04:06
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d’bi you ever wonder about self-love? you ever wonder how to achieve self-love when you living in a world full-up of images that tell you to do the exact opposite? yeah mi tink bout dem tings deh you know.
I love you d’bi.
no you’re lying to me
I love you d’bi.
no you’re lying to me
how could you love me and treat me this way
these old habits old habits die hard
at the end of the day (repeat)
I woke up this morning
saw you staring at me
in the mirror
and you didn’t greet me
didn’t say hi
tell me why
you turned your head and started to cry
tell me why d’bi. you can’t you look me in the eye
you don’t love me, you don’t love me
tell me d’bi. what have you been told
what have they sold you d’bi. what have you been told
don’t believe them d’bi. don’t believe what they say
these old habits die hard at the end of the day
at the end of the day
I saw you d’bi. chopping some cane
saw that man being savage as you screamed in vain
I saw your children sold in bondage for a candle stick
you’re not a mother you’re a breeder
and you cracked unda dat whip
tell me d’bi. what have you been told
what have they sold you d’bi. what have you been told
don’t believe them d’bi. don’t believe what they say
these old habits die hard at the end of the day
at the end of the day
I saw you studying until it was 6am
saw you working until it was 10am
saw you going to school until 4pm
saw you playing black nanny till 10pm
saw you cooking-cleaning-washing-feeding-
taking care of your your man
does he give a damn about your calloused hands
your aching back
your tired feet
your breaking heart
five hundred years
five hundred years
and whenever I go by the friendly corner store
I can’t deny the urge of wanting magazines galore
these images of beauty are haunting taunting me
these images of beauty sailing shipwrecked off at sea
these images of beauty they cannot set me free
they cannot set me free
and like a festering sore keep wanting more and more and more
they help to cultivate my internal self hate
vultures flying in the sky waiting to prey on I an I
waiting to prey on I an I
waiting to prey on I an I an I an I an I
woke up this morning saw me staring at me
in the mirror and I didn’t greet me
didn’t say hi tell me why
I turned my head and started to cry
tell me why d’bi. why can’t I look me in the eye
I don’t love me I don’t love me I don’t love me
tell me d’bi. what have I been told
what have they sold me d’bi. what have I been told
don’t believe them d’bi. don’t believe what they say
these old habits die hard at the end of the day
at the end of the day (repeat)
I love you d’bi.
no you’re lying to me
I love you d’bi.
no you’re lying to me
I love you d’bi.
no you’re lying to me (repeat)
I love you d’bi.
no you’re lying to me
I love you d’bi.
no you’re lying to me
I love you d’bi.
no you’re lying to me (repeat)
tell me d’bi. what have you been told
what have they sold me d’bi. what have you been told
don’t believe them d’bi. don’t believe what they say
these old habits die hard at the end of the day
at the end of the day
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4. |
begging is a ting
04:26
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d’bi. this one goes out to my anita stewart original member of poets in unity, pioneer dubpoet and my mommy.
begging is a ting a carry di swing
inna disya time it cyaan be a crime
begging is a ting a ting a carry di swing
inna disya time it cyaan be a crime
walk down town one a dem days
had to stand up a while and tek a good gaze
di city is plagued and it reach a stage
dat beggign is a ting a carry di swing
inna disya time it cyaan be a crime
seh begging is a ting a ting a carry di swing
inna disya time it cyaan be a crime
pickney deh a stoplight a wipe windscreen
dem seh beg yuh a ten cent mam, yuh nuh see di glass clean
di solushun to di problem by di war-crime police
fine di pickney dem and further force dem fi tief
lock dem inna jail, throw away di time
who give a damn if punishment nuh fit di crime
begging is a ting a carry di swing
inna disya time it cyaan be a crime
seh begging is a ting a ting a carry di swing
inna disya time it cyaan be a crime
riding on a bus, hear a womban a cuss
mi baby faada left mi wid ten pickney
suh mi last resort was to start start start
walking in di city and beg beg beg
hope dat mi get more than pity pity pity
hope that mi get some clothes pon mi back
and likkle food inna mi belly
begging is a ting a carry di swing
inna disya time it cyaan be a crime
seh begging is a ting a ting a carry di swing
inna disya time it cyaan be a crime
I went to di bank today
as I reach di door I hear somebody say
beg yuh a 10 cent mam
I see a man wid a pan in him hand
say di pan was labeled
help the disabled!
went to the church hear parson a preach
give what you have because the lord will give you more
give what you have cuz there is something more in store
give what you have mi seh fi give what yuh have mi seh fi
give what you give what yuh give what yuh have
and him start emulate christ wid di plate
mi tink to myself does di beggar ever
guh inna di holy warmth of the church
no! him just a trod
beggar don’t guh church for di fear of di rod
beggar don’t guh church for di fear of di rod
beggar don’t guh church for di fear of di rod and di shout
get out! get out! get out! get out! get out!
begging is a ting a carry di swing
inna disya time it cyaan be a crime
begging is a ting a ting a carry di swing
inna disya time it cyaan be a crime
it cyaan be a crime (repeat 8)
begging is a ting a carry di swing
inna disya time it cyaan be a crime
begging is a ting a ting a carry di swing
inna disya time it cyaan be a crime (repeat)
begging cannot be a crime
it cyaan be a crime (repeat 4)
begging cannot be a crime
d’bi. you know when you walk around the streets you see a lot of people begging you know. and then we have conversations about equality and freedom and liberation. well differently you know, if some of us are not free, then none of us are free. equality fi everybody zeen. fi everybody.
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5. |
kiss
05:02
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last night inna di middle a di light miss merl
seh mi kiss a black seh mi kiss a black eh
last night inna di middle a di light miss merl
seh mi kiss a black girl (repeat)
now mi know it taboo fi true
but mi coudn’t keep dis yah information to miself
mi first kiss wid a girl mi woulda haffi share it wid somebody else
keeping it in would surely be a sin
har lip dem curl in toward mi
neva know what lick mi
and all mi try mi couldn’t close mi yeye
caz dis was not like when yuh kiss a bwoy
and yuh lock yuh lid dem tight tight tight
pretend you is a princess and him is a knight
no it wasn’t like dat dis time
I wanted to see when har lip dem touch mine
feel wi mouth juice intertwine
caress har teeth caress har gum
and taste di womban sweet sweet sweet
sweet sweet sweet sweet sweetah dan a man
last night inna di middle a di light miss merl
seh mi kiss a black seh mi kiss a black eh
last night inna di middle a di light miss merl
seh mi kiss a black girl
and dem mi realice stop dead inna mi track
so dat mi nearly ketch up heart attack
miss merl is a black girl mi did a kiss
har skin brown and shine like mine
wid two dark lips
har leg dem strong and thick like mine
and wid di absence of dat dick
di powah play was a trick
caz dere was no powah play miss merl
and in some small part a mi mind
mi wish mi could freeze dat feeling in time
and tek it out when mi feel oppressed and dispossessed
caz inna disya powah structcha
di black oomaan deh a di bottom a di laddah miss merl miss merl miss merl
last night inna di middle a di light miss merl
seh mi kiss a black seh mi kiss a black eh
last night inna di middle a di light miss merl
seh mi kiss a black girl
and in some small part a mi mind
mi really really wish mi could freeze dat feeling in time
and tek it out when mi feel oppressed and dispossessed
becaz inna disya powah structcha
di black oomaan deh she deh she deh a di bottom of di laddah
and suh when mi kiss dat black girl
inna di middle a di light miss merl
a di first time mi feel sexuality
wid a hint of equality wid a hint of equality wid a hint of equality
last night inna di middle a di light miss merl
seh mi kiss a black seh mi kiss a black eh
last night inna di middle a di light miss merl
seh mi kiss a black girl (repeat 4)
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6. |
bible & gun
01:41
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dem cum wid a bible and a gun
dem cum wid shackles and rum
dem cum singing god save di queen
god will save you too if yuh down on yuh knees
for 500 years blood sweat and tears
convert di afrikans brainwash di afrikans
his eye is on di sparrow
misogynist missionary work
what an insanity inna di name of christianity
moddah country want to boost har economy
suh now you are a colony existing to feed white supremacy
slave labour or indian indenture
while yuh bow an scrape to a euro-centric faith
stolen from ethiopia ripped from di womb of mama afrika
my people do you remembah membah membah membah membah
rise up my people rise up time to break these chains
christianity was used to enslave we time dat we are free
rise up my people rise up time to break these chains
too long we have been living in captivity
time dat we are free free free free free free free free free free
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7. |
cry cry baby
04:11
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mama used to say to me
cry cry baby moonshine darling
dry up yuh tears and go to yuh bed caz
when you wake up in di morning everyting…
mama I cyaan rememba what yuh used to seh to me
cry cry baby moonshine darling
dry up yuh tears and go to yuh bed caz
when you wake up in di morning…
mama I woke up dis morning and still saw you
hurrying and scurrying trying to mek it to work before six a clock
I watch as yuh hands move in confusion
you prepare breakfast lunch and dinner
time no longah on your side
yuh haffi mek a stride right off to slave labor
mama what time did you wake up dis morning
to mek sure dat everyting was right
yuh get any sleep last night mama
mama used to say to me
cry cry baby moonshine darling
dry up yuh tears and go to yuh bed caz
when you wake up in di morning everyting…
mama I saw you in di corner trying to hide dem tears
you fear I know mama
dat yuh dawtha will breed
and yuh son turn tief before fifteen
yuh try to protect us from di ghetto life di ghetto life
but di ghetto life is worth living
becaz it makes you a stronger person
mama it made you stronger it made you stronger
mama used to say to me
cry cry baby moonshine darling
dry up yuh tears and go to yuh bed caz
when you wake up in di morning…
mama di kids were mean to me today
they teased mi again at school today
they called me a monkey again today
and they said I was ugly again today
mama why do the neighbors say you weren’t married to my faada
and why do they call me an illegitimate dawtah
and mama is it a crime to be a single moddah
and was I really a gift from di creator
mama mama mama mama
mama used to say to me
cry cry baby moonshine darling
dry up yuh tears and go to yuh bed caz
when you wake up in di morning…
when will there come a time
for the sun to shine on your beautiful face
and put all a di inequity workers inna dem place
mama I don’t want to be ashamed of being poor
and you should not be ashamed of being poor
caz is not a crime inna disya time
being poor is not a crime
being poor is not a crime
being poor is not a crime
when you wake up in the morning
when you wake up in the morning
when you wake up in the morning
I remembah
I remembah
I remembha what my mama used to say
my mama used to say to me
cry cry baby
moonshine darling
dry up yuh tears and go to yuh bed
caz when you wake up in di morning
everytinng is gonna be alright
everyting is gonna be alright
everting is gonna be alright
mama I remembah
mama I remembah
mama I remembah
mama used to say to me
cry cry baby moonshine darling
dry up yuh tears and go to yuh bed caz
when you wake up in di morning…
every likkle ting is gonna be is gonna be is gonna be
alright
mama good night
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8. |
young black
06:14
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young black girl said I have to tell you something
don’t believe them when they try to put you in a box
and leave you there to rot
you can give the world a talk walk yuh walk
young black boy said I have to tell you something
you are brilliant and beautiful and strong and rare
do anything you dare
you can teach the world your truth know yuh roots
because I am more than the roundness of my ass
and the width of my tits
the thickness of my thighs
and the depths of my lips
the glimmity glammity hold him tight
all through the night
is not necessarily my numba one priority
I play ball like a ballah
my body pre-sculpted centuries of mule-hauling
cotton-sugar-cane-picking
sometimes even my own grave digging
does not mean my only dream is to become a basketball star
or track and field negro or soul singing sambo
I can be an athlete or storyteller if I choose
knowing these are not my only options
I am young and black and brilliant
my ancestors resilient and stubborn
and built on their backs
bloodlines of futures insistent on survival
we redefining some tribal box
and encouraging them to get corrective lenses
so they can truly see we we
we walking through metal detectors in school
that refuse to detect the rape and pillage
we recolonized by some great harris-tocracy
we experiencing the military’s militarization
of high school and middle school education
police officers turned hall monitors
like the war on terror this war is actually a war on people
war mongers terrorizing youth of colour
not for oil but for the future the future the future the future the future
preserve the façade
caz brown and yellow and red and black populations
are growing exponentially
and they are spilling over the multi-culti melting pot
and we keep saying keep the natives off the land
and the immigrants beyond the borders
and if that doesn’t work
suspend them from school
and if that doesn’t work
expel them from school
and if that doesn’t work
then close close close close close down the fucking school
sending them to learn trades instead
streamlined math and english f class
no university for we because we are the new underclass
a new generation of worker ants
while we ignore them sending mostly poor young
brown and black, yellow red and white children
and white children and white children to die at war
young black girl said I have to tell you something
to survive these times you gotta be strong of mind
don’t be afraid to shine
hold your head up high and stride walk with pride
young black boy said I have to tell you something
I know it takes a lot to become a man
sometimes it’s hard to find a good foundation
but be your own example son refuse their guns
after-school projects cut
while they make projects out of my neighborhoods
and recreate the new apartments gentrified
moving us out of our neighborhoods
extra curricular activities
replaced by what? malls and prisons and prozac and suicide
gun suppliers supplying young black brilliant dealers and buyers
of an old boys’ club economy
caz whether it’s crack cocaine or cotton cotton cotton
we steady picking picking picking picking picking
and somebody steady reaping reaping reaping
and black mother steady weeping weeping
caz my brother’s dead or inna jail or inna madhouse
or my sister just been beat up or ganged raped or diagnosed as manic depressive
yo yo yo yo
we want more than malls and prisons
we want more than prozac and suicide
we want more than 10:30 curfews and coca cola happy meals
or the latest escapist joy ride
caz sometimes we are not happy
sometimes we are not happy
we are young and black and brilliant
wanting more than a piece of dry-up dry-up apple pie
infested with small pox hepatitis and aids aids aids aids aids aid aids aids aids aids aids aids aids
and aids-tainted blood
young black girl said I have to tell you something
you have a right to liberation
you have a right to self-protection
you have a right to happiness and
love inna di land
young black boy said I have to tell you something
you haffi fi fight dem segregation
fight dem criminalization
demand respect and admiration
and love inna di land
because you are young and black and brilliant
and afrikan and canadian and caribbean
and american and east asian and south asian
you are south-east asian you are first nations
you are european you are afrikan
and because I love you
and we love you young black girl
we love you young black boy
I have to tell you something
you are why I sing
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9. |
dear mama
04:08
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I hope you are happy and well. mama I have something I have to tell you. how is auntie sarah and uncle mike, cousin ivan and the next door neighbor. what’s her name again mama? yeah miss bulah. I hope they are hapy and well. mama please tell them that I miss them. mama I have something I have to tell you…
mandie
I think I better write a letter and tell you how I feel
though it doesn’t matter. this disease is real for me
this disease is real for me
d’bi.
dear mama dear mama
dear mama dear mama
mama I know yuh sent me to canada to learn a trade
yuh send me to canada to make a good grade
yuh send me to canada to get a betta life
no more struggles and strife inna wi life right?
well you know my friends and them they used to laugh
they say the gay white people have no class
and that is why god punish them and give them aids
right inna dem ass
mandie
I think I better write a letter and tell you how I feel
though it doesn’t matter. this disease is real for me
this disease is real for me
d’bi.
dear mama dear mama
dear mama dear mama (repeat)
nine months ago today mama
I went to the doctor
to get the results of an hiv test mama
I really really really did try mi best mama
but I know yuh won’t be impressed with the news
the doctors say I am positive
my friends and them they used to laugh
they say the gay white people have no class
and that is why god punish them and give them aids
right inna dem ass
but I have a boyfriend mama
it’s not only gay people white people
poor people poor people poor people get this mama
I’m black and straight mama
I am black and straight mama
this disease don’t discriminate mama
this disease don’t discriminate (repeat)
mandie
I think I better write a letter and tell you how I feel
though it doesn’t matter. this disease is real for me
this disease is real for me
d’bi.
dear mama dear mama
dear mama dear mama (repeat)
one day I felt lonely
I called up charmaine
and told her the story
she told michael
michael told linda
linda told john
now the whole of them
treating me like a dirty diseased womban
now my friends and dem won’t talk to me
won’t drink from my cup won’t hug me
won’t kiss me goodbye won’t love me
won’t let me baby-sit their pickney
mama I want to come home
only you alone can love me
but yuh haffi promise me
yuh won’t tell nobady
just keep this our little secret
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10. |
gendah bendah (remix)
04:20
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gendah bendah schooling pretendahs
defendahs a di box trap call man
genda benda / yuh nah guh offend har
when yuh tell har seh she don’t look like a wo-man
she being me di queen a androgyny
a put a hole inna yuh whole philosophy
(patriarchy)
mi nuh fit yuh paradigm mi sorry mi incline
follow mi own mind cuz I’m
an individual
shave mi head once a week eye brow mi nuh tweak
mi nuh wear nuh lipstick nor nuh makeup
den yuh si mi walk by still mi a look kinda fly
cyaan look inna mi yeye you don’t know if I’m a guy
dyam idiot
gendah bendah schooling pretendahs
defendahs a di box trap call man
gendah bendah / have a wombanist agenda
unshackle oomaan oppreshun
years of socialization
girl wear pink boy wear blue
boy play sport girl play house
girl get barbie boy get fire-truck
gendah is a social construct
wi tell har seh she musn’t climb tree we tell him seh dry him eye
we tell har seh fi close har legs wi tell him seh boys don’t cry
we tell har seh fi please har man wi tell him oomaan deh deh fi please man
gendah bendah schooling pretendahs
unlearning british colonizashun
gendah bendah urging di sisters
redefine your wombanist position
question di standards a beauty
make-up hygiene weight-loss clothing industry
base pon di sale a wi body
dem teach we early seh
if yuh anorexic yuh more beautifu/
if yuh physically week yuh more feminine-ful
if yuh passive an meek yuh more female-ful
and if yuh black-work-inna-di-fields-fi-500 years enslave-oomaan strong and assertive
yuh not beautiful yuh look like a man
betta still an african
to all my people who be fucking with gendah lines. dissecting race class sexual orientation. the status quo. what’s expected. the institutionalized shit. to all weirdos. people who be responsibly different. she-he he-she transvestite transgendered queer gay bi lesbian and straight. drag-king drag-queen. to all people raising their children outside of gender norms. tell them she’s a boy. tell them he’s a girl. and let them both play with dolls (not barbie). to all chi chi man. maama man. sodomite . butch dike. malecon. femme
to all cross-dressers. wimmin who are fathers. men who are mothers. everybody in between. to people who don’t assume when they meet me that I am boy because I shave my head. my clothes are genda neutral. I stand with shoulders broad. I am not passive and apologetic. to people like me gendah bendahs undoing the social conditioning. transcending. creating new tradishuns. rediscovering old ones. who bleed di blood a androgyny. when every foetus born they be she. first. gawdess. always androgynous. god always androgynous ast/vadz.
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11. |
cyber connection
02:32
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3oclock inna di mawning mi deh pon intanet
lie dung inna mi bed mi a get wet
mi chat to mi lovah from ghana
tell him seh mi really really want him cum on ya
mi body need nuff attention
tour have mi unda stress doan mention
tomorrow mi have next show
mi fi really a sleep but yuh dun know
mi need him attention
him sweet talking loving communication
mi need him affection
mi need a virtual f*#k via cyber connection
mi need him affection
and him dirty talking have blushing an ting
mi need an injection
mi need a virtual f*#k via cyber connection
cyber connection cyber connection
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12. |
r/evolution
04:16
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bwoy mi frien mi frien frien
revolushun come to an end an end an end
bwoy mi frien mi frien frien
revolushun come to an end an end an end
an so tonight I will curl up in front di tube
an watch ally mcbeal, seinfeld and friends
so dat I can be part a society
my priority to sport new nike
caz mi frien revolushun revolushun revolushun come to an end
but wait
what kinda helpless hopeless state
dem ave we di people inna
saying we ave no power to affec change
but dat we do ave di dollah
fi buy coca-cola
mcdonald
levi
pepsi
nike
tommy hilfiger
ralph lauren
nautica
and dkn
why do they try to distrac we
from di dutty reality of livin inna disya society
we both know who’s truly financially backing capitalism
brothahs and sistahs feeling naked
widout our tables of labels widout our tables of lables
bwoy mi frien mi frien frien
revolushun come to an end an end an end
bwoy mi frien mi frien frien
revolushun come to an end an end an end
but how revolushun fi dun
when you walk around downtown
don’t you see the urban slum
by di soho a slow mo begs some change
and passers-by pass him by
keep your eye straight ahead
and how revolushun fi dun
when beside di eaton center
a sex trade worker
is a womban of color
she’s a single moddah
she’s jus on di corna
she’s jus beggin a dollah
she’s jus tryin tryin
tryin to mek a livin
and how revolushun fi dun
when inna disya state fi wi drop out rate
way too high fi mention and unda tension
we bap our heads to commercial gangsta bap bap bap
kill each oddah off lawd lawd have mercy
kill each oddah off lawd lawd have mercy
kill each oddah off lawd lawd have mercy
bwoy mi frien mi frien frien
revolushun come to an end an end an end
lawd mi frien mi frien frien
revolushun come to an end an end an end
and so tonight I will curl up
in front di tube and watch
di bold and di beautiful
di young an di resless
but I am young and restless yes
I am young and restless yes
I am young and restless yes
so revolushun cyaan dun
not yet
revolushun cyaan dun
not yet
our foremoddahs & faadas
committed to a struggle
dem nevah lie down dem nevah curl up
dem nevah get too comfortable anywhere
assata shakur
amilcar cabral
frantz fanon
steve biko
stokely carmichael
angela davis
dis list is long and long
dis list goes on and on
I want to watch dem
feel them breathe them be them
they are my revolushunary friends
my revolushunary friends
revolushun cyaan end
caz you and you and you and you and you
and me too feel it beating bleeding boiling
blood pumping blood blood pumping
inna wi veins
we the people we the people we the people
are the revolushun
the revolushun
the revolushun
the revolushun!
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13. |
rivers of love
04:57
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who amongst us carries the sage-secrets of loving
where are our elders our children
the ones who walk with the old-time knowledge
of a healing love
an unapologetic love
an uncompromising love
an honest love
if you tell me who
I will sit studently
by the rivers of their feet
washing away all this unknowing that I have come to know
relearning a language of honesty and integrity and compassion
these languages were carved on our hearts’ tongue
by ancient ones who somehow we have forgotten
because somewhere between a dream and a time-less-ness
across di ocean waters
our sons and dawtahs
our moddahs and fadahs
our auntie uncle sistah and breddah
stretched love fabric
thick and thin
so now here we are trodding trodding trodding
trying to heal these scars of broken fibre
that stick up inside a wi like macka
who amongst us carries the sage-secrets of loving
where are our elders where are our children
the ones who walk with the old-time knowledge
of a healing love
an unapologetic love
an uncompromising love
an honest honest love
if you tell me who
I will sit studently
by the rivers of their feet
washing away all the unknowings that I have come to know
relearning a language of integrity a language of compassion
a language of honesty
because these languages were carved on my heart’s tongue
by the ancient ancient ancient ones
who somewhere somehow sometime I have forgotten
please forgive me for not having loved you relentlessly
in all cases fear has been my worst enemy
were fear not here
I would kiss you
and I would feed you food from my womb
and I would stop you from aching and share a smile
and I would wait with you by the roadside for a while
were fear not here
I would give name to these unnamed
spaces of accountability and of responsibility
that flow like rivers between us
sometimes silent but always deep
were fear not here
the full moon radiance of your
vulnerable and warrior spirit
washing over me like the sun
bathed in trueness
would mirror and I would shine
and you would shine
and we all would shine brilliantly
but who amongst us carries those sage-secrets of loving
where are our elders where are our children
the ones who walk with the old-time knowledge
of a healing love
a compassionate love
an honest love
and an integritous love
if you tell me who
I will sit studently
by the rivers of their feet
washing away all the unknowings that I have come to know
relearning a language of integrity
relearning a language of compassion
relearning a language of honesty
because these languages were carved on our hearts’ tongue
by ancient ancient ones who somehow
we all we all have forgotten
my people
I cannot promise to love you fearlessly
but I can love you courageously
in spite of all my fears
I can love you with honesty
I can love you with integrity
this love our love is a healing love
re-branching itself like the roots of the iroko tree
whose arms are outstretched to the promise of tomorrow
who roots reach beyond those wounds
our collective wounds of yesterday
here now today
you and I
we the community
we the people
we can stand firm in love
one love
one love
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14. |
dis is a warning
04:36
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jah9 tell dem seh dis is a warning
we nuh care weh yuh cum from
it’s a new dawning
tell di people of di world revolushun’s rising
look to di east and di west
it deh pon di horizon yes
tell yuh fren tell yuh moddah tell yuh cousin
we’re a new generation we nuh fraida nuttin
we want we liberation from capitalist prison
don’t call mi west indian
because I am an afrikan
dis is a warning a warning a warning a warning a warning
dis is a warning
misinformation dem a chat bout
filling di youts dem mind wid crabblehouse
education system waan rince out
a pure lie dem a tell tell tell
yuh guh to school 5 days of the week
relearning di fiction of his-story
written from di position of dem victory
but a pure lie dem a tell tell tell
suh won’t yuh step inna mi class
and mek mi tell yuh bout di past
a new lesson for today
save the people of tomorrow
a time fi wi decolonize
oomaan and man seh we really really muts realize
is a broken legacy we a legitimize
when we keep our eyes closed and act surprised
di likkle fellah pon di street
him a pack a likkle neat oozie
a ghetto yout wid few options
him seh gang a him family
watch him guh out in a blaze of glory
yuh membah when we used to play inna di dirt
and di bwoy dem used to lift up wi skirt
dandy-shandy hide and seek
spin di bokkle get a kiss pon di cheek and flirt
now yuh di youts dem a cum yuh haffi splirt
open up fire ‘everyone bite di dirt’
wid him big ole gun him wanna have fun
him don’t know that him time soon cum
a time fi wi decapitalize
oomaan and man seh we mus realize
a blood-bath legacy we a legitimize
when we keep our eyes closed and act surprised
likkle mary-sue seh she want blue eyes
ask her why and she started to cry
my cousin eileen get ice-cream
her skin’s light-brown and pretty
yuh membah when we used to play dolly-house
you a di moddah me a di moddah
seh di shade a wi skin no it nevah mattah
well now mary-sue is 13
she’s old enough to buy her own cream
ambi, nadinola, skin-lightener
seh she bleach out har skin suh she can be whiter
inna di futcha skin cancah
inna di futcha skin cancah
inna di futcha skin cancah
jah9 tell dem seh dis is a warning
we nuh care weh yuh cum from
it’s a new dawning
tell di people of di world
revolushun’s rising
look to di east and di west
it deh pon di horizon yes
tell yuh fren tell yuh moddah tell yuh cousin
we’re a new generation we nuh fraida nuttin
we want we liberation from capitalist prison
don’t call mi west indian
because I am an afrikan
dis is a warning!
dis is a warning!
dis is a warning!
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15. |
once upon a time
03:56
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once upon a time today
in a land so far away
there lived a people deep as the earth
mother womb blessed their birth
the land gave food and love and hope
the land gave children to grow old
but soon the people grew restless with change
seek new lands they were told
the people walked and walked and walked
and walked and walked and walked and walked
to every corner and around
settling in new ground
many moons waxed and waned
many tides grew and died
many suns rose and set
yet the people did not forget
ase ase oya mother of nine
ase ase oya mother of wind
ase thunder lightning death and rebirth
ase our mother of change
then came the time of the warring ones
who killed their neighbours their sistahs their sons
from village to village they plundered and raped
forgetting oya’s fate
they built great big birds of the seas
then packed their brothers and sisters beneath
then sold them one by two by three
how did this come to be
many more moons waxed and waned
many more tides grew and died
many more suns rose and set
and the people did forget
ase ase oya mother of nine
ase ase oya mother of wind
ase thunder lightning death and rebirth
ase our mother of change
come now my children of the night
wake you up from your slumbering sleep
our story calls with urgent flight
of how we came to be
across these oceans you must come
your sons and daughters have survived
five centuries beneath a divide
new meaning to our lives
you are oya mother of nine
you are oya mother of wind
thunder lightning dead and rebirth
your name is oya
thunder lightning death and rebirth
your name is oya
thunder lightning death and rebirth
your name is change
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16. |
outro by moon & phoenix
00:11
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moon & phoenix: the end…
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d'bi.
d'bi. is a global dub poet jamaican-dancehall-diva-womxnist-warrior-chanting-conscious-fyah on the mic. their lyricism stems from the socio-political genre of dub poetry fused with dancehall reggae, hiphop, punk rock, blues & performance art; producing a pepperpot of theatricality that crosses cultural boundaries, reconfigures social norms & inspires r/evolution. ... more
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