The Last Poets - Black And Strong (Homesick) lyrics

I'm coming home were I belong I'm coming home, Real, Black & strong Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street Colours so loud they let the walls speak As one, Black & Strong Like the stories of the peoples of a small streets Give it up, as they all speak, as one Be black & strong Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street Colours so loud that when the walls speak As one,Be black & strong Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street Colours so loud that when the walls speak As one,Be black & strong Like the stories from the peoples on small streets Give it up, as they all speak, as one Black & strong Like the stories of people of a small street Different but the same as when they all speak As one,Be black & strong I see a slave that's on a ship In fact it's getting gripped The Great,Great grandson thats a trip, he's equipt A broken man in tattered rags,a one way ticket A colour was his name.the chain was his claim The game was a four hundred year reign Tote that bar,lift that bail,you ran for The country,you were for jail He was sold to his master to the highest Bidder,three cows,two horses & a healthy n***a Bred like they had a burnt face,lost in space Born to loose,the perfect race,doomed to loose Doomed to dilapitate in the great United States The land of the free & the land of the Indian Brave A plantation for a 20th century slave I'm coming home.where I belong I'm coming back Real black & strong I'm coming home.Real black & strong I'm coming back where I belong I'm coming home.............. Real black & strong.......... I'm coming home.where I belong I'm coming back Real black & strong I'm coming home.where I belong I'm coming back Real black & strong I'm coming home.............. Like a Jones The screams,the lands screaming,women And children screaming,mens dignity and Respect screaming,the screams inside Seperate the emotions,pushing us over The edge,into self-hatred for the success And happiness,of large tribes,small tribes The ancestors all connected by chain, linked To their past insecurities deja vu Your mother was once my mother Your father was once my father My house,was your place to rest and restore In the war,in luxouriant & extravagant Whole houses,I've been hearing off mothers And sisters smiles and only this guide we trust The one who consumes are very manhood The ba*tard and illegemate ideas wrapped up In some green & putrid religeon,time is money Money is time,down to the docks,back in,be in Thrown in,even the ships have no mercy They speak to us of coming evils,subtle Pleasures & general decadance,General Motors And the Peelberry Doughboy,you will become The sleazy and slimey characters is someone elses Mind,you will become the kindness that is truly A weakness,the Ocean is a hears this a**ault upon our being It becomes our friend,it shoes it's compa**ion Jah,Jah come to me,the waters become a deep and Dark red,the Sharks feast on our desire to be free Bodies,bodies floating in there own after thoughts Children,children clinging to dead mothers In their inability to d**h,men searching the waters For famalies,men searching the water for one last memory of their Famalies looking Africans dieing searchng for that Final gasp of air,tears now become the dreams Of finally standing still,torn and broken bodies Betrays the very esscence of God Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street Colours so loud they let the walls speak As one, Black & Strong Like the stories of people of a small street Different but the same as when they all speak As one,Be black & strong From the African Kings and Queens,to the a drug King Pin Knowing the streets of Holice Queens,still a Monarch will stop cause a chain is still a chain Like the chains of a child in school learning how The British rule,like the rubber belonged to you Like the chains of the Cops undercover faking the War on Drugs,doing a war on a soul brother life time Bid on a place called Earth,where the 'Heads' turn last And the 'Addicts' first,if the bricks say master Took us on this trip,our a**es whipped From Malcolm King to Marvin,they fear an a** whoopin' But the school of one,one out of school of many Bang,bang another n******gs going to jail (Police Siren) The screams,the blood,the land,becoming free We'll make you free Because every man just screams for blood The blood The land Becoming free,becomes every man I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home.Real black & strong I'm coming home.where I belong I'm coming back Real black & strong I'm coming home.where I belong I'm coming back Real black & strong I'm coming home.Yeh.......... Real black & strong Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street Colours so loud that when the walls speak As one,Be black & strong Like the stories from the peoples on small streets Give it up, as they all speak, as one Be black & strong Look here.Yeh,oh......... Coming home Write graffittis on the walls of Wall Street Colours so loud they let the walls speak As one, Black Strong Bench warrents Bench warrents snatch away hans on bonds Hoping,the Criminal Justice System is going Plea bargain away your imagination while Speaking in dead tongues Hand-cuffed to the dollar signs And speaking the hollow words "Get out of the car You under arrest",take that word insane And make it work for you Take that word 'Crazy' and make it poet Take that word 'Suicidal' and make it Live in some kind and living expression For those that cannot raise there heads Above the sirens,bcause of the Automatic Weapons,we owe no explanation,we owe No apologies,ours has been a battle of Gun battles and bullets, whizzing past Our sensitivity,all mixed up in d** and alcohol Climb out of your bottles,climb out of the vapours Climb out of the centuries of being left in the thought You really wanted to share Row into the journey of the Sun breaking Into the clouds,the simplicity and the beauty Of 'Good Morning' to your smile We used to feel these things We used to feel these things We used to be sacred to each others thoughts & expressions We were true artists,not afraid of giving too much Too soon and looking foolish We were there at the beginning,we had trust and faith Behind closed doors We used to speak to each other and the song told of the rainbow Through the rivers mistCooling the pa**ion and warmth And pa**ing of time One thing for us,to come home [Fade Out]