Lyrics The Journey - Akua Naru
First
At
once
We
were
people
on
our
land
African
feet
touch
the
sand
Free
woman
and
man
Stand
tall
Respond
call
Conga
djembe
We
sing
a
song
for
our
first
born
Skin
uncovered
unashamed
original
names
We
served
god
through
a
pantheon,
then
secular
world
came
Some
prisoners
of
war
betrayed
by
our
own
others
chained,
some
sold
stolen
from
The
shores
by
a
foreign
man
we
never
seen
before,
families
torn
Put
in
chains
The
chattel
slave
trade
Black
bodies
chained,
whipped,
burned,
maimed
Many
tongues
speaking
the
same
pain
Confused,
i
can't
understand
a
damn
thing
World
view
rearranged,
in
el
mina's
castle
caged,
somebody
say
a
ship
came
Forced
board.
feet
lusting
for
my
soil,
what
the
fuck
is
going
on?
"Ain't
i
a
woman?"
Somebody
just
jumped
overboard
Cross
the
atlantic,
skin
branded,
left
stranded,
laid
in
fractions
Heart
in
fragments,
captured,
deemed
as
savage,
pull
my
body
backwards
"No
chords
could
strum
the
root
of
my
pain/they
set
the
journey
aflame"
Second
v
White
man
Crush
my
womb.
shattered.
scraped,
raped.
battered
Another
miscarrage.
another
baby
born
to
a
world
of
shackles
Fire
crackers,
havin
flash
blacks.
the
middle
passage
Spoon
fashioned,
semen,
blood,
urine,
dragging.
human
organs
splattered
Scattered
cross
caribbean.
carolina
Reduced
to
fractions
divided
by
my
black
vagina
Enter
in
the
battle,
in
this
so-called
"new
world"
Look
at
this
nigga-girl
on
iriquois/pequot
earth
(Turn
around)
u
up
first
Smile,
teeth
strong,
assess
my
worth
On
the
auction
block,
they
say
im
ripe
for
birth,
strong
stock,
look
at
my
buttocks
Hair
like
wire
u
need
brush
not
Nothin
pretty
to
rub
hot
Behind
my
chest
heart
beats
the
first
seeds
of
hip
hop
Fire
burnin
rage
is...
gun
cocked
My
water
breaks.
the
beat
drops
Mic
chords
bind
me.
stop
rewind
me
Let
my
memories
rock,
enemies
drop
Oh
lord,
let
us
fast
forward.
promise
to
let
my
tape
rock
And
it
won't
stop
"No
chords
could
strum
the
root
of
my
pain/they
set
the
journey
aflame"
Third
v
Sometimes
i
want
war
for
these
muthafuckas
And
im
restrained,
nigga,
negro,
colored,
nigra,
bitch,
hoe
Mammy,
harlot,
minstrel
Aunt
jemima
kinfolk
Nicki
minaj
instrumental
Sista
stomp
hard!!
but
we
forced
to
tip
toe
Three-fifths
of
a
human,
two-fifths
cause
you
woman
Abandoned
oshun,
praying
for
Christ
second
coming
Jiving,
shuckin
corn,
word
is
bond
Used
to
sing
work-songs
about
being
free
Now
freedom
comes
(w)RAPped
in
porn
Buying
european
wigs,
Italian
designers
Manolo
blahnik,
gucci
and
prada
Somebody
baby
mama
Rhyme
about
the
dollar
Identity
draped
in
male
desire
The
illusion
of
free,
but
we
for
hire,
lost
in
buying
power
Who
got
it
made?
last
week
we
was
the
maid
Breast-feeding
white
babies
They
grow,
sell
our
children
as
slaves
Billie
holiday,
hang
from
maple
trees
A
game
of
make-believe
Log
on
to
facebook,
forget
the
rape
of
centuries
Grammar
stays
in
present
perfect
But
us,
we
simple
past
on
it
Degraded
by
our
brothers,
they
say
shake
your
ass
on
it
Constructed
before
the
white
face
Now
its
music
on
my
space
Body
parts
separated
from
soul
Bought
and
sold
Nothing
new
though
My
question
crucial
Whats
the
worth
of
a
black
woman,
who
go
Cross
the
atlantic,
stranded
On
plantations
Projects
College
loan
payments
Exploited,
captured
and
framed
in
White
imagination
Black
male
sex
arrangements
Christian
names
Master's
house
the
first
stage
That
made
my
body
famous
Beauty
caged
in
Tainted
Behind
the
lust
for
blue
eyes
and
blond
manes
and
im
saying
It
started
with
that
slave
ship
that
set
the
journey
flaming
"No
chords
could
strum
the
root
of
my
pain/they
set
the
journey
aflame
1 Intro
2 The Ride
3 The Backflip
4 Nag Champa Prelude
5 Nag Champa
6 Run Away
7 Tales of Men
8 The World Is Listening Remix
9 The Block
10 Mo(u)rning
11 The Flame (Narulude)
12 The Jones
13 Poetry: How Does It Feel?
14 Find Yourself
15 The Journey
16 Fire
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