[Intro]

Can you be objective for a minute?
I know you’re handicap
But are you capable of being really objective?
Cause I wanna tell you something:
You say we won't get anywhere
Because what we’re doing is founded on a lie..
Tell me something:
Where you gonna find a bigger lie than the one this countries founded on?
“All men are created equal.”
Everything this countries suppose to live by
Right?
You’re a Negros with some friends
You could use a little education
They got you so mixed up;
You’re singing, “My cons rated!”
And meanwhile they WALK ALL OVER YOU!

[Instrumental Break]

Justice, equality (huh? Yeah, haha..)
My crew you see?
It’s Talib Kweli, K. Valentine, Niko-IS. Corey Moe
Kris Remy, Joel Ortiz, Yowwa, Curren$$y, Big K.R.I.T
Kendra Ross, Russell Gunn, Jessica Care Moore
Res, Pharoh Monche, Cassper Nyovest, Alexander O’Niel
YZ, Colonel Abram, Webby, Hebro Brisson, Rockwell
Pheness & Synquest, The Whispers, Jessy Johnson
Young Black Teenagers
And two of the Negus from Hi-Fi (yeah)
[Trumpet Solo]
Followed by Saxophone / Piano Accompaniment / Scatting

Black Statue of Liberty (Poem by Jessica Care Moore)

I stand still above an island, fist straight in the air
Scar on my face, thick braids in my hair
Battle boots tied, red blood in the tears I’ve cried
Tourists fly from all over just to swim near my tide
Or climb up my long flight of stairs
But they trip on their shoestring lies
Piece by piece they shipped my body to this country
Now that I’m here, your people don’t want me
I’m a symbol of freedom, but I’m still not free
I suffer from class, race, and gender inequality
I wear a crown of knowledge, ’cause I’m a conscious queen
My mask is one of happiness, though my history here is full of misery
Done deliberately
I am America’s true statue of liberty
You placed a bible under my arm, after you ripped me of my faith
And made me pray to a fictional imposter
So, if you were trying to maintain liberty
Too late, you just lost her
‘Cause her torch is about to serve as the night light for truth
In the slums and the ghettos that you find so uncouth
Education will be delivered not from the tree, but the root
So, little black girls and boys will check their pockets
For spirituality rather than loot
‘Cause liberty is just old mother nature
And although you don’t lover her, she’ll never hate ya
She’s earth, wind and fire, don’t tempt her to show her power
Turning all weeds to flowers
Looking into her wise eyes will make a blind man see
How can you dare name a eurocentric girl after me?
Assata Shakur Barbara Jordan Nikki Giovanni and Angela Davis
Look it up!
These are the real symbols of liberty
‘Cause that stone-faced French woman ain’t gonna save us
The same folks who enslaved us
I’m sitting at the back of the bus, ’cause I feel like it
And I play ball
Not ’cause you pay me to dunk it, dribble it or hike it
I’m taking all my people back home, and breaking them mentally free
I am the walking, talking, breathing, beautiful statue of liberty
I sweep crack pipes out of schoolyards
I nurture my man when times are hard
So, where the hell’s my statue?
What’s the liberated woman gotta do?
Place my name in wet cement
Every month I pay the rent
Put my silhouette on a stamp
I’m not a ho, slut or tramp
My children aren’t on crack, and neither am I
I want to see the words, “Go, strong Black woman,”
When the Goodyear blimp flies by
I can bake cookies, bear babies, preside over revolutions
Get rings out of tubs, wear a suit, sport baggy jeans, slick my hair back
Or tie it up in braids
My aura is unafraid
So, no statue in the big apple can mess with me
I am the walking, talking, surviving, breathing, beautiful
Black Statue of Liberty