[Verse 1: Common]
Here we go, here, here we go again
Trayvon'll never get to be an older man
Black children, they childhood stole from them
Robbed of our names and our language, stole again
Who stole the soul from black folk?
Same man that stole the land from Chief Black Smoke
And made the whip crackle on our back slow
And made us go through the back door
And raffle black bodies on the slave blocks
Now we slave to the blocks, on 'em we spray shots
Leaving our own to lay in a box
Black mothers' stomachs stay in a knot
We kill each other, it's part of the plot
I wish the hating will stop (war!) and the battle with us
I know that Black Lives Matter, and they matter to us
These are the things we gotta discuss
The new plantation, mass incarceration
Instead of educate, they'd rather convict the kids
As dirty as the water in Flint, the system is
Is it a felony or a misdemeanor?
Maria Sharapova making more than Serena
It took Viola Davis to say this
The roles of the help and the gangstas is really all they gave us
We need Avas, Ta-Nehisis, and Cory Bookers
The salt of the Earth to get us off of sugar
And greasy foods; I don't believe the news
Or radio, stereotypes we refuse
Brainwashed in the cycle to spin
We write our own story, black America again
[Sample: James Brown]
You know, one way of solving a lot of problems that we've got is lettin' a person feel that they're important. And a man can't get himself together until he knows who he is, and be proud of what and who he is and where he come from, and where he come from…
[Verse 2: Common]
Hot damn, black America again
Think of Sandra Bland as I'm staring in the wind
The color of my skin, they comparing it to sin
The darker it gets, the less fairer it has been
The hate the hate made, I inherited from them
But I ain't gon' point the finger
We got anointed singers, like Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie
Need to hear them songs sometimes to believe me
Who freed me: Lincoln or Cadillac?
Drinkin' or battle raps? Or is it Godspeed that we travel at?
Endangered in our own habitat
The guns and dope, man, y'all can have it back
As a matter of fact, we them lab rats
You build the projects for, now you want your hood back
I guess if you could rap, you would express it too
That PTSD, we need professionals
You know what pressure do, it make the pipes bust
From schools to prison, y'all, they tryna pipe us
Tell your political parties invite us
Instead of making voting laws to spite us
You know, you know we from a family of fighters
Fought in your wars and our wars
You put a nigga in Star Wars, maybe you need two
And then, maybe then we'll believe you
See black people in the future
We wasn't shipped here to rob and shoot ya
We hold these truths to be self-evident
All men and women are created equal
Including black Americans
[Sample: James Brown]
You know, you know, you know, one way of solving a lot of problems that we've got is to let a person feel like somebody. And a man can't get himself together until he knows who he is, and be proud of what and who he is and where he come from, and where he come from…
[Bridge: Stevie Wonder]
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
Here we go, here, here we go again
Trayvon'll never get to be an older man
Black children, they childhood stole from them
Robbed of our names and our language, stole again
Who stole the soul from black folk?
Same man that stole the land from Chief Black Smoke
And made the whip crackle on our back slow
And made us go through the back door
And raffle black bodies on the slave blocks
Now we slave to the blocks, on 'em we spray shots
Leaving our own to lay in a box
Black mothers' stomachs stay in a knot
We kill each other, it's part of the plot
I wish the hating will stop (war!) and the battle with us
I know that Black Lives Matter, and they matter to us
These are the things we gotta discuss
The new plantation, mass incarceration
Instead of educate, they'd rather convict the kids
As dirty as the water in Flint, the system is
Is it a felony or a misdemeanor?
Maria Sharapova making more than Serena
It took Viola Davis to say this
The roles of the help and the gangstas is really all they gave us
We need Avas, Ta-Nehisis, and Cory Bookers
The salt of the Earth to get us off of sugar
And greasy foods; I don't believe the news
Or radio, stereotypes we refuse
Brainwashed in the cycle to spin
We write our own story, black America again
[Sample: James Brown]
You know, one way of solving a lot of problems that we've got is lettin' a person feel that they're important. And a man can't get himself together until he knows who he is, and be proud of what and who he is and where he come from, and where he come from…
[Verse 2: Common]
Hot damn, black America again
Think of Sandra Bland as I'm staring in the wind
The color of my skin, they comparing it to sin
The darker it gets, the less fairer it has been
The hate the hate made, I inherited from them
But I ain't gon' point the finger
We got anointed singers, like Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie
Need to hear them songs sometimes to believe me
Who freed me: Lincoln or Cadillac?
Drinkin' or battle raps? Or is it Godspeed that we travel at?
Endangered in our own habitat
The guns and dope, man, y'all can have it back
As a matter of fact, we them lab rats
You build the projects for, now you want your hood back
I guess if you could rap, you would express it too
That PTSD, we need professionals
You know what pressure do, it make the pipes bust
From schools to prison, y'all, they tryna pipe us
Tell your political parties invite us
Instead of making voting laws to spite us
You know, you know we from a family of fighters
Fought in your wars and our wars
You put a nigga in Star Wars, maybe you need two
And then, maybe then we'll believe you
See black people in the future
We wasn't shipped here to rob and shoot ya
We hold these truths to be self-evident
All men and women are created equal
Including black Americans
[Sample: James Brown]
You know, you know, you know, one way of solving a lot of problems that we've got is to let a person feel like somebody. And a man can't get himself together until he knows who he is, and be proud of what and who he is and where he come from, and where he come from…
[Bridge: Stevie Wonder]
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
We are rewriting the black American story
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Album: Black America Again
Featuring Stevie Wonder
Bass: Esperanza Spalding
Backing Vocals: Chuck D & MC Lyte
The song’s music video opens with video footage of Alton Sterling’s murder by two white officers of the Baton Rouge Police Department. Following this video clip, Common rhymes about police brutality and discrimination towards black Americans in general. Stevie Wonder’s repeated vocals in the song’s outro solidifies “Black America Again” as a call to action for the fair and equal treatment of black Americans.
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Trayvon Jasiri X
Justice! Godswill
We Are Trayvon Plies
Trayvon Martin Tribute Papoose
Super Life Chaka Khan
Hoodiez Willie D
I wonder why Rick Ross
The Ballad of Trayvon Martin Will Hoge
Justice (if You're 17) Wyclef Jean
No More Innocent People Dying Kamal Imani
Trayvon David Rovics
Sandra's Smile Blood Orange
Call It What It Is Ben Harper
Angel Down Lady Gaga
Sad News Swizz Beat
Black America Again Common
Il 26 febbraio 2012, mentre passeggiava verso le 19 in una strada di Sanford, Florida, era stato segnalato alla polizia come sospetto da George Zimmerman, un membro di un gruppo di vigilantes della zona chiamato Neighborhood Watch. Zimmerman aveva ritenuto di segnalare la presenza di Martin perché questi si muoveva in modo, a suo dire, sospetto e perché aveva il cappuccio della felpa calato sulla testa (già, pioveva…). Invece di aspettare l’arrivo degli agenti, Zimmerman aveva deciso di agire da solo… Poco dopo Trayvon Martin era morto, ucciso da un colpo di pistola al petto esploso a distanza ravvicinata.
L’omicida invocò la legittima difesa e non fu neanche arrestato, anche perché il Florida c’è una legge sulla legittima difesa – chiamata “Stay Your Ground Act”, ossia “Resta al tuo posto” - che è una delle più permissive degli Stati Uniti e che garantisce l’immunità a chi spara anche solo con “il ragionevole timore” di essere in pericolo di vita o di essere ferito gravemente.
A marzo a New York si è svolta una grande manifestazione di protesta per l’assassinio di Trayvon Martin. L’hanno chiamata “Million Hoodie March” perché ogni partecipante era vestito con l’hoodie, la felpa con cappuccio che Travyon indossava quando fu ucciso…
Il presidente Obama ha manifestato il suo cordoglio e la sua vicinanza alla famiglia Martin dichiarando: “If I had a son, he’d look like Trayvon” …
Il processo contro Zimmerman è in corso, ma lui si trova in libertà mentre Trayvon Martin, 17 anni, è sotto terra…
Come dice il rapper Jasiri X chiudendo la sua canzone Trayvon: “Il messaggio è che solo la vita dei bianchi è protetta in America”.