James Baldwin - The Well lyrics

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James Baldwin - The Well lyrics

[Brown Sam] Sipping from the well Sipping from the water well Oh well, bad water well Sipping from the well Sipping like I wanna k** Them whales, BP and Shell Oil do tell what they wish to dispel Water diffused misused we in jail Sipping from the well and my heart do swell But the tax man come, now they bull do smell Logic on the mac, FL on the dell Whip that product, no need to sell I detail, all them spills Sipping from the well, let's show not tell Brown Sam had a plan yo, trust me I be baking tracks that'll make you feel funny I be spitting facts that'll cost no money It's only I who decides I'm something Team player, yeah I know me a tool Pucks in the goal, shovel coal into school Subsidized lives that'll one day rule Rockets in the sky and these anxious fools Ha! Get, get it Keys now a card, baby earn your debit There's no credit There's no doubt Runnin all ya mouths, I could change your route Boy they won't say what up in the stew Cuz of that dude we can't approve Hell falls, the well tall If you don't call, you could lose it all Lost in the mix, make sure you take pics If you can't prove it then ya can't cuff sh** Before a flat line turns into a snitch Know if you bump this guaranteed you'll feel it I'm so thirsty I'm so... I'm so... I'm so thirsty At the well, at the well, water get mixed if you can't tell what's real At the well, at the well, sh** get switched if you can't tell what's real At the well, at the well, water get switched if you can't tell what's real At the well, at the well, sh** get mixed if you can't tell what's real Water into wine Seen it all the time Reason in the rhyme Lemme unwind, maybe stop crying Can we integrate all our dreams in a lifetime? Oh my... [Diamond "Lavish" Reynolds] We got pulled over on Larpenteur... [Officer Jeronimo Yanez] I told him not to reach for it, I told him to get his hand off it! [Diamond "Lavish" Reynolds] You told him to get his ID, sir, his driver's license... Oh my god, please don't tell me he's dead... [Officer Jeronimo Yanez] Augh, f**... [Diamond "Lavish" Reynolds] Please don't tell me my boyfriend just went like that. [Officer Jeronimo Yanez] Keep your hands where they are, please. [Diamond "Lavish" Reynolds] Yes I will sir, I'll keep my hands where they are... Please don't tell me don't tell me this lord, please Jesus don't tell me that he's gone... Please don't tell me that he's gone... Please Officer don't tell me that you just did this to him... You shot four bullets into him, sir. He was just getting his license and registration, sir. [Officer Jeronimo Yanez] f**! [Diamond "Lavish" Reynolds] My daughter, you got my daughter? [Her Daughter] Eheeeeauh [Officer Jeronimo Yanez] f**! [Diamond "Lavish" Reynolds] Please don't tell me he's gone! Please, Jesus, no... Please, no... [Brown Sam] I trust god has a plan I'm just one man, damn fam understand A sardine breathes when its bust out the can So i think, what you think, could we lend us a hand? Stop all the slams, sink all the clans Clink's hoodwinked, it's they fault, it's a sham Just Brown Sam with a troublesome look Reading the book, praying that our memories could... Guide us to it Teach us a way of wading through it Drink some fluids Live your choice Stopping that sh**, whose man k** the boys Echo's at risk, let's tryst through the noise Homies hold hands, gotta build to destroy... [Diamond "Lavish" Reynolds] I can't believe they just did this... I'm f**in'... f**in' f**!!! Heuahhhhh... [Her Daughter] It's okay, I'm right here with you... [Diamond "Lavish" Reynolds] *sobs* [Her Daughter] It's okay, mommy... [British Youtube News Robot] Washington former House Speaker, Newt Gingrich (R-GA), had surprising words on race Friday after a tragic week that saw the murder of policemen and police slayings of black men in Baton Rouge, Louisiana and St. Paul, Minn. "It took me a long time and a number of people talking to me through the years to get a sense of this. If you are a normal white American, the truth is you don't understand being black in America." Gingrich said "White Americans instinctively underestimate the level of discrimination and the level of additional risk facing black Americans today. It is more dangerous to be black in America. It is more dangerous in that they are substantially more likely to end up in a situation where the police don't respect you and you could easily get k**ed. And sometimes for whites, it's difficult to appreciate how real it is and how it's an everyday danger." That's a big shift from some of Gingrich's old rhetoric. He once labeled President Obama the "food stamp president" and suggested he had a "Kenyan, anti-colonial" view of the world. [Satchel Lee] We know, in the case of the person, that whoever cannot tell themselves the truth about their past is trapped in it, is immobilized in the prison of their undiscovered self. This is also true of nations. I love America more than any other country in the world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on the right to criticize it perpetually. I'm not interested in anybody's guilt. Guilt is a luxury that we can no longer afford. I know you didn't do it, and I didn't do it either, but I am responsible for it because I am a human and a citizen of this country and you are responsible for it, too, for the very same reason: As long as my children face the future they face, and come to the ruin that they come to, your children are very greatly in danger, too. Behind what we think of as that menace lies what we do not wish to face: reality. I think it was T.S. Eliot who observed that the people cannot bear very much reality. I think that we can bear a little more reality than we might wish. In any case, in order for a person to bear their life, they needs a valid re-creation of that life. Life is tragic. Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of d**h, which is the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of d**h—ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's d**h by confronting with pa**ion the conundrum of life. One is responsible to life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return. One must negotiate this pa**age as nobly as possible, for the sake of those who are coming after us. But Americans do not believe in d**h, and this is why the darkness of skin so intimidates them. It is the responsibility of free men to trust and to celebrate what is constant—birth, struggle, and d**h are constant, and so is love, though we may not always think so. I speak of change not on the surface but in the depths—change in the sense of renewal. But renewal becomes impossible if one supposes things to be constant that are not—safety, for example- money, power. One clings to chimeras, by which one can only be betrayed, and the entire hope—the entire possibility—of freedom disappears. A vast amount of the energy that goes into what we call the problem is produced by man's profound desire not to be judged by those who are not him, not to be seen as he is, and at the same time a vast amount of anguish is rooted in man's equally profound need to be seen as he is, to be released from the tyranny of the mirror. All of us know, whether or not we are able to admit it, that mirrors can only lie, that d**h by drowning is all that awaits one there. It is for this reason that love is so desperately sought and so cunningly avoided. Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. Societies never know it, but the war of an artist with his society is a lover's war, and he does, at his best, what lovers do, which is to reveal the beloved to himself, and with that revelation, make freedom real. - James Baldwin. Out of time, lost in space. [Brown Sam]