Dec. 31, 2017


"Chuck Berry Was A Cool Kuumbain"


Hey those strings flicking
The chords are clicking
The rock and roll bomb is ticking
This is Chuck Berry’s way of politicking 
Damn his fingers gliding
The sounds are thriving
Erasing racial tensions 
Jim Crow’s dancing 
Jane Crow prancing
This ain’t no ballroom dancing
Ain’t no squares doing this damn dancing
Just maybe for this 90-minute set equality is advancing 
How you going hate when the groove has…
……Gotcha, Gotcha, …..Gotcha you GONE
Damn that soul is smooth
You see racial hate it seems to soothe
When that brother’s playing racism is on the move
How you going to hate when Johnny B’s so cool
How you going hate when Beethoven just rolled over
How you going hate when you just pulled my whoops
How you gonna hate when you got no particular place to go
How you gonna hate when Maybellene just high-stepped across the stage
How you gonna hate when you reeling and rockin’
How you gonna hate when you too pooped to hurl a slur
How you going hate when Chuck than showed you, soul’s promised land
How you going hate when you can hardly stand 
Damn that brother’s guitar is best on all the land
Chuckie B’s is quite the artist for 90 minutes at a time
Chuckie B sweated out hate and Jim Crow’s demise was its fate
How you gonna hate when Chuckie B is playing is on the school grounds
Damn that brother’s got some cool sounds
Chuck Berry’s playing rock on roll on the fairgrounds
Even at 90 years old Chucky B still has the groove
America you still have so much to prove
You see Chuck only wanted people of all colors to groove TOGETHER.







You can stack the deck


You can even let justice continue to go unchecked


Hell, you can even make me sweat


My mind is strong on this here though you can bet


Being black wasn’t a choice I was given


But living black is this life has been my thanksgiving


Hell even if this life at times can be absolutely unforgiving


You see through all the strife


I’d still choose this here BLACK life


Dammit to hell I’d even choose to be BLACK in the after-life


So don’t you dare think I beholden


To all that economic power you are holding


You see we got a new nation of young blacks in need of molding


The black race my friends is far from simply unfolding


You see I don’t hate all whites


Only the ones that attempt to lower my sights


Or the ones looking to destroy my rights


You see being black can mean facing many slights


Oh oh hell when you hit it?


Damn being black oh my what lights, what heights


So come at my blackness except for some fights


You see what those poor white’s fail to see


Being black can set your mind free


It also means no looking up from a denied knee


Living black is my ultimate choice


Standing up with a mighty strong voice


Can’t you see that being black is definitely ME


Look around at all the best, when blacks do it they outshine all the rest


Hell even in these decrepit school we still pass all your tests


So all this talk about you being the best?


Would you please just give it a rest


Oh, yeah, we gotta stop all these black folks from needlessly dying


It should help if the police just stopped adding to these poor mother’s crying


They complicate matters without even really trying


They shoot us even if we seem to be complying


And that my friends are so damn horrifying


America, justice for all creeds is what you should be supplying


So stack the deck


Neglect paying that reparation check


Even though most of our communities remain a wreck


Most of our schools are absent of any new tech


Many in our communities don’t even get a paycheck


Yet, all in all when I make my call


It’s on the black lines this here brother will fall


You know what I’m black as I can be


And dammit I will forever stand TALL


Bold, Brash, and 100% Black never questioning that at all


Dubois, Coleman, King, Vesey, Garvey, Turner, Hamer, Malcolm, and Stokely


They all had black skins and where each was definitely smoking


So this brother is never thinking about doing no cloaking


Challenge my blackness that thought is certainly provoking!



400 years and still we wait;
from denied action;
from lethal action;
from Jim crow action;
from economic inaction;
from drug-induced reaction;
from overseas military action;
from coming home from wars without rights action;
from misplaced affirmative action;
from little or no damn action;
from police state murderous action;
it's about time for some real strategic, creative balancing the scale action;
for some truth, economic and racial equality across the board action;
400 years and still we wait;