[OH MAMA]
DEDICATED TO MY MAMA...MILDRED JOLLY MURPHY WILLIAMS.
THE MUSIC FOR MY MAMA...
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WHEN I WAS BUT A FETUS IN YOUR WOMB AND YOU SANG THOSE SONGS TO ME I WONDER IF YOU KNEW THE EFFECT THAT THEY WERE HAVING?
I WONDER IF YOU KNEW THAT I WOULD BE DIFFERENT...ALL I WANT TO DO IS CHANGE SOMEONES SMALL WORLD...GIVE EM A FIGHTING CHANCE...MAKE IT A LITTLE LARGER.
FROM THE TIME THAT I WAS A LITTLE BOY I SEEM TO HAVE SEEN THINGS DIFFERENTLY...SLAVES AND PERIODS OF SEGREGATION...VOICES OF THE AFRICAN WRONGED WHISPERING TO THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY MIND.
PICTURES OF BLOND HAIR AND BLUE EYES IN A CHURCH OF COLORED SOULS...HOW CAN A MAN FIT INTO THE EQUATION IF IF HE IS COUNTED OUT?
CALLED THE CURSED ONES AND TREATED AS SUCH...SCHOOLS AND COURTS OF LAW...MELANIN RECESSIVE DREAMS OF SUPERIORITY.
MANCHILD IN THE PROMISED LAND...WHIPS AND CHAINS...MENTALS AND PHYSICALS...PON THE FRUITED PLAINS.
MANIFEST DESTINY DONE WENT HIGH TECH...IMAGES THAT FLASH BY AND POLLUTE YOUNG INPRESSIONABLE MINDS.
EVERY BLACK MAN CAN NOT PLAY BASKETBALL, RAP OR RUN FAST...GOT TO FIND OTHER WAYS TO GET BY.
IT MAY SEEM AS IF I WAS'NT LISTENING TO YOU MAMA BUT I HAD MY EARS WIDE OPEN...MY EYES OPEN WIDE.
SOMETIMES THOUGH MAMA THE WAR IS WAGED ON PAPER...SWORD FILLED WITH INK IN A WARRIORS HAND...STANDING AGAINST OPPRESSION AINT ALL ITS CRACKED UP TO BE.
EVERYBODY CANT TAKE THE ROUTE THAT MARTIN TOOK...I WAS RAISED IN THE GHETTO AND YOU KNOW THAT MUCH IS REAL MAMA...HIT ME AND I HIT BACK.
I WAS TAUGHT THAT FROM A VERY YOUNG AGE...CAUSE WE HAD TO SURVIVE MAMA...AND I HAD THREE SISTERS AND A BROTHER TO PROTECT.
IN THE PROJECTS...WHERE WE FOUGHT TO ESCAPE THE WALLS OF ILLUSION ERECTED BY CLOSED MINDS AND POPULAR OPINION.
AND YOUR SONGS WERE THE SALVE THAT SOOTHED THE WOUNDS OF POVERTY.
OH MAMA.
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