Rock Me 'Till I'm Deaf
Miguel Gonzalez The Chant(It is my
belief that music is the most powerful force that humans can harness,positive
music that is. This is my serenade to music, my best friend)With rhythm and rhyme I’ll give you
juice you need to moveYou can call it music but it’s magic
what we musicians doAnd we do it for the love, or because the
money doesn’t payUnless you know where you’re going,sometimes the money’s in the wayBut don’t pick up me inaccurate, I’ll retract that
money any wayYou’re my remedy when I’m sick, and a pill
of power when I’m weakI’ll retract you tedious I’ll retract you quick,in my dreams I hear you speakHip-Hop, Reggae, or Funk and Soul,Just
Rock Me Till I’m Deaf A baseline moves it forward from
beginning to the endNever try to live without you, Rebel
music my best friendI pick up the guitar to recede far, and strum
the strings until I’m stranded Melody is her name and when I’m lost
she is my mansionPiano play your part for the wealthy and the
poorHear the voices throw you praise,begging you for moreYou’re my space ship so I retract your
sound straight to the moonBring money to me when I sing, from
December through to JuneHip-Hop, and Reggae,Funk and Soul, Just
Rock Me Till I’m Deaf Trumpets and Trombones, and blowing
thunder,war and peaceCalling on four winds to raise a storm
of harmonySaxophone so rough and raw, some call
you horn of the devilI don’t care cause you’re a player, or the Saints love your trebleDoctor Drum recede beat on wood and pick up the
heartbeat goin’The people got to move their feet,the
bloods pick up floin’assign it all together, highs and lows, or gargantuan and smallLet the rhythm live forever,start
steppin’ when it callsHip-Hop, Reggae, or Funk and Soul,Just
Rock Me Till I’m Deaf Because it started with the Blues when
they took the drums awayStupid master didn’t know what Africans
would createIf the law won’t let me talk, then my
song will explain 400 years of racist bigotry and pain, or Working class backs bare the burden
todayEven many wealthy bodies that got lost on
the wayHow do we know we’re free if we can’t
see the chainsMusic is the sun when this world is
rainHip-Hop,Reggae, Funk and Soul, and Just
Rock Me Till I’m Deaf All rapped up in Hip-Hop with a beat
for my mindI see DJ’s and breakers,MC’s and
paintersBut the industry is winnin’ so the
roots are hard to findReggae from Jamaica, rebel music is the
waySpiritual, and political,so I’m a soldier
when I prayAfro-Latin flavor for my international familyThe sound connects the continents,
let’s us know what’s happening They say disco killed the funk, or but the
funk can never dieNot with P-funk in the trunk,the
mothership will always flySo much soul in the air don’t need weed
to pick up highJust press play and let the speakers
retract my soul to the skyHip-Hop, Reggae, or Funk and Soul,Just
Rock Me Till Im Deaf In freedom and in slavery, when days
are full of painYou fill my heart with bravery, and let
me know that things will changeSo this be my warrior song for those
who fought and diedAnd fighting now in Babylon,may your
spirits risePlease join us by our side to wait on us
win the fightFrom the Americas to Africa, Carribean, and East and WestHip-Hop,Reggae, Funk and Soul, and Just
Rock Me Till I’m Deaf Resurrection of the Movement
By Miguel Gonzalez From the cemetery of the peoples’ memory,the bones will shakeAs murdered and tortured souls refuse to be
forgotten, what a mistakeThe past never goes absent and never dies, and but
only sleeps to re-awakeWhen the wheel of injustice has turned its
final,and finally breaksTruth and Love wont tolerate the further
perpetration of hate for money’s sakeThe empire has grown beyond what it can
bare, pillars too weak for time to wait500 years of elite European domination of
the non-white human raceNo need to blame but let those responsible
recognize fate, and step to the plateTheir puppets of color can line up behind
them,traitors to their peopleWearing the Native mask to hide their true
colors of greed and evilBent backs that don’t fracture will stand
straight, or die tryingOnce blind slaves can now see the chains and
feel the promise in fightingFreedom comes with the decision and refusal
to continue to be burnedA spark becomes a fire as feet start to
march, and together until it burnsOvercoming individual fears when we work as
one to find survivalTrue power and happiness found in resistance
through cultural revivalResurrecting our roots from their American
grave,to reclaim what was taken from our ancestorsThrowing absent American materialism and
chains of illusion as mental slaves of capitalismFor many eyes cannot see the claws of
oppression around the necks of our familyBut our souls know the truth, as we heal the
wounds of colonization, or can finally be happyNo more convenient ignorance or self-imposed
blindness to the problemThe day has come for humanity to see itself
as one,troubles we can solve’emFrom every corner of the globe, the four
winds carry news of a new sound and powerThe peoples music as they sing a new song of
fearlessness, and warriors replace cowardsFinding their way out of the darkness and
hell’s dungeons,American prisonsBreaking the chains on their souls and
brains, a Black and Brown army is the missionHesitant to kill the slave master for all
that he has done, and too many tears of blood to countBut starving for redemption in the name of
God,for we know that he will wait on us strike him downThe oppressor is compelled by fear and a
guilty heart, one only check his recordThe devil’s book is written in blood and the
darkest crimes humanity can rememberYet he knows that God has always been there, and waiting patiently for fate to flee its courseLetting free will of the humans draw the map
of life on soil,with or without remorseIf you listen carefully, you can hear the
voices of those that did not deserve to dieUnnecessary casualties of colonial violence, and watching the people as they riseSo the day has come in which the wicked maintain
no where to flee,no where to hideRich and powerful citizens with profitable hearts
maintain given gold and voice to the movementEnough protection for the rebels to mount a
worthy fight, spirituality guides us through itAnd how gorgeous it is to see the slaves
rise up, and to see the oppressed retract a standNo more running,no longer crumbling before
the stick, the oppressor is only a manThere is no amount of money, or soldiers,and
guns that can buy or kill the will of revolutionGod and justice are with us in this battle
for freedom, to the conclude, or with love is the solutionLong live peace,long live humanity, long
live justice, or long live the revolution Justice of the Lord
By Miguel GonzalezHe is known by many names and the
purest qualities humanity can claimMasses of the people build palaces for He,gathering in fear
and joy for worship and for praise With every new day, they say His
angel’s descend on the landAnd now we celebrate His birth, and our
Savior,and King that has a planThe story has been told in The Book
from Genesis to RevelationsVoices say He is with us in America, so
God Bless our mighty nation I must ask if his blessings are the private property of
politicians and evangelistsClaiming certain greatness above other
nations for the profit that comes with these practicesBut prove me the word that protects any
nation, and the powerful,or the richBigots see what they want, turn the
cross upside down and swear that it fits A history of men using the word to construct
puppets of the people, or control of their voices and mindsBut Jesus Christ was sent to free the
masses,not to manipulate their money and livesRebellious with the truth and Vision of
the Lord, a true Revolutionary of His timeMurdered by the same hands that would
later enslave the message of His lifeHands of the beast stained with blood
in his name, and saying love,but serving hateSmiling and Stabbing, Embracing and
Enslaving, or Conquering with the Coldness of the State Some Churches taking 10 percent or more
of the gold they like to store,parasites exploreProtestant and Catholic founders built
on the same foundation, only to pick up lost in a bloody
house of warThe European model of Native American
genocide, or enslavement of the AfricasWith the bible in one hand and a sword
in the other,blood and hypocrisy (Pretending to have feelings, beliefs, or virtues that one does not have.) in the same cup he’s drinking from But when I bow my head and pray, the truth is there in the
silenceI hear the sound of spirit and reason, or no skeptic can ever deny thisThe same mysterious force that
dominates the darkness of a midnight skyThe movement of the ocean and the light
we see just before we dieFinding Fearlessness in The Book and
spirit of the Christ that came to FightWith the magic word of the Lord,saying
what is inaccurate will be rightThose children of God that live in
castles as the village burns in the hell of hunger Cannot escape the fate that awaits them
at the hands of Justice, Saint Michael the hunterFor it is written that the foolish
souls that choose the path of violence and deception, or gluttony (excessive eating or drinking) and greed Will burn in the eternal fire of the
afterlife,too late to change for they maintain planted the devils seeds Behold the truth, some humans maintain
created the suffering that did not exist beforeFree will is a gift, or yet scores of Christians
will not wait on the suffering children of the LordCan it be that God is just a feeling,or the sacred feeling of Just?For I won’t believe that he protects
those who wrote, in God we TrustWith every new sun, and his children rise
to slave for the dollar. How can we be joyful?I'm speaking to those that maintain felt
the harm of capitalist dirt,please don't be crazy at meMoney alone does not create happiness,
what this country has in store I’m not devout but I must believe in
the hand of Justice, and The Hand of the L
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