FOR CHOKWE Get up, get on up – get up, get on up… James sang say it loud and why we be proud? We built civilizations … we set the tone … we filed the groove … we made the moves… We set the pace … we were the race – that finished first, last and only… we were… We marked the moon and witnessed the stars … hell … we WERE the stars And the suns … and the Earth Get up, get on up – get up, get on up… And then we came, we saw, we were conquered … “Nothing personal, it was really only about the money, you know…” And baby, didn’t we make them a pretty dollar? Everything, and I mean EVERTYTHING that is the foundation of this land Came from our hands, our brains, our ashe. (can you say African retention) They even needed us for their government – Did you know the first president of this land was a black man? Or so it’s been refuted… Get up, get on up – get up, get on up… Then the first became the last as the Delta scared the nation Richest state in the union predominantly black and then A recession came … imagine that! Those who couldn’t run up north (again) Became the new slaves of the south called sharecroppers And lawdy … lawdy … lawdy … here we go again. Poor, broke and destitute. Money was the mantle and vote controlled the money So the broke could not vote. Plain and simple. Until Fannie got so tired of being sicked and tired, And Stokely got so tired of running, That hell no, we won’t go turned into, Aw hell naw, we ain’t taking this shit no more - Jack And nonviolence became a punk’s game Removed completely from the name. Get up, get on up – get up, get on up… Christianity became the spirit guide of the movement, Not because of who it was but what it was – Quick, plain and to the point. We could say thank you Jesus and get back to work. We forgot it was codification for what we always knew (that hell, we were the stars…) And we slowly got caught within its web Until Oba Oserjiman and Medahoci reminded us that “All religions rise out of the deification of some one’s Nationalism. Understand this and you will discern the Key to our own victory… Get up, get on up – get up, get on up… Then whispers became more strongly heard And ideas of nationalistic leanings were made more clear Areas unwanted by powerstream mindset formed a kush-ion South Carolina, Louisiana, Alabama, Georgia and Mississippi Of all places. And Jackson is the forefront. The plan was laid out and the direction set. Long, long ago. Get up, get on up – get up, get on up… Sorry Gil, but the revolution WILL be televised – Turn on your tv and see that the world is talking about - Chokwe Lumumba. Mayor of the deepest, most depressed part of the South. A slain, I mean, dead revolutionary. Let’s take a moment here. Whether it was a heart gun, Or the fact that the elevator was out for a week and a Half, making a 66 year old man with a supposed heart condition Walk up and down three flights of steep stairs several times a day That came back on a week after he died Or the fact that he finally got tired from all he had to struggle against in his mighty Life time – he was slain. There was no bed of roses laid out for him. He gave his life to the movement. And contrary to dying, he lives in all of us who know The king is dead. Long live the king. Get up, get on up – get up, get on up… He sang it and we play it And we hear, we listen and we raise our fists and all is good. And we talk, we strategize and we raise our fists and all is good. And sometimes our wrists get broken and our ears become clogged But all is still good. And they came and they went, some went light and some went strong Way too strong But they had come And continue to come and continue to live and continue to fight. The story of this moral is you can’t put a great people down. Get up, get on up – get up, get on up… Get on the scene … with the Jackson Kush Rising. Free the land. Iyafalola H. Omobola Copyright 2014
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 17:32:40 +0000
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