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Letter to My Countrymen

๐Ÿ‘ค Brother Ali feat. Cornel West โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Mourning In America and Dreaming In Color โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:04
๐ŸŽต 3097 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:04 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 2253637

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Verse 1:
I used to think I hated this place
Couldn't wait to tell the president straight to his face
But lately I changed, nowadays I embrace it all
Beautiful ideals and amazing flaws
Got to care enough to give a testament
'Bout the deeply depressing mess we're in
It's home so we better make the best of it
I wanna make this country what it says it is
Still dream in the vividest living color
No matter how many times my love been smothered
Who's ever above us won't just let us suffer
All of this struggling got to amount to something
This is a letter to my countrymen
Especially those my age and younger than
We're up against an ugly trend
Everybody's hustling don't nobody touch their friends
No group singing and dancing
No anthem nobody holds hands, and...
Instead they give a handheld
And make you shoulder life's burden by your damn self
One thing that can't be debated
Power never changed on it's own you got to make it
That's why community is so sacred
That's the symbol that we make when we raise fists
Chorus:
"Sooner or later" x2
Verse 2:
We don't really like to talk about the race thing
The whole grandparents used to own slaves thing
Pat ourselves on the back in February
Looking at pictures of Abe Lincoln and the great King
But the real picture's much more embarrassing
We're still not even close to really sharing things
The situation of oppressed people
Shows what we feel it means to be a human being
What does it mean to be American?
I think the struggle to free is our inheritance

And if we say it how it really is
We know our lily skin still give us privilege
Advantages given to the few
That are built into the roots of our biggest institutions
That's the truth in life we got to choose
Do I fight in the movement or think I'm entitled to it
This is not a practice life
This is the big game we got to attack it right
Each one of us is headed for the grave
This old crooked world won't be saved by the passive type
This is a letter to my countrymen
Not from a Democrat or a Republican
But one among you that's why you call me brother
Ain't scared to tell you we're in trouble 'cause I love you
Chorus:
"Sooner or later" x2
Verse 3:
They tell me I'm a dreamer, they ridicule
They feel defeated, old, bitter, and cynical
Excuse me but I see it from a different view
I still believe in what a driven few could really do
I know that the masses want to sleep
And they would just rather hear me rapping to the beat
But I want to pass this planet to my son
A little better than it was when they handed it to me
So I wrote a letter to my countrymen
I'll be happy if it only reaches one of them
Reporting live A-L-I, your brother
Mourning in America, dreaming in color
Dr. Cornel West:
My dear Brother Ali,
I think you know deep down in your soul that
Something, something just ain't right.
You don't want to be just well adjusted to injustice
And well adapted to indifference. You want to be
A person with integrity who leaves a mark on the world.
People can say when you go that you left the world
Just a little better than you found it. I understand. I want
To be like that too.

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.55] Verse 1:
[00:30.68] I used to think I hated this place
[00:34.04] Couldn't wait to tell the president straight to his face
[00:36.82] But lately I changed, nowadays I embrace it all
[00:39.94] Beautiful ideals and amazing flaws
[00:42.80] Got to care enough to give a testament
[00:45.18] 'Bout the deeply depressing mess we're in
[00:48.17] It's home so we better make the best of it
[00:50.72] I wanna make this country what it says it is
[00:53.13] Still dream in the vividest living color
[00:55.32] No matter how many times my love been smothered
[00:58.41] Who's ever above us won't just let us suffer
[01:00.89] All of this struggling got to amount to something
[01:03.71] This is a letter to my countrymen
[01:06.43] Especially those my age and younger than
[01:09.28] We're up against an ugly trend
[01:11.45] Everybody's hustling don't nobody touch their friends
[01:14.52] No group singing and dancing
[01:16.72] No anthem nobody holds hands, and...
[01:20.18] Instead they give a handheld
[01:22.09] And make you shoulder life's burden by your damn self
[01:25.10] One thing that can't be debated
[01:27.23] Power never changed on it's own you got to make it
[01:30.46] That's why community is so sacred
[01:32.96] That's the symbol that we make when we raise fists
[01:35.39] Chorus:
[01:35.82] "Sooner or later" x2
[01:44.68] Verse 2:
[01:46.18] We don't really like to talk about the race thing
[01:48.96] The whole grandparents used to own slaves thing
[01:51.53] Pat ourselves on the back in February
[01:54.03] Looking at pictures of Abe Lincoln and the great King
[01:56.84] But the real picture's much more embarrassing
[01:59.47] We're still not even close to really sharing things
[02:02.35] The situation of oppressed people
[02:04.59] Shows what we feel it means to be a human being
[02:07.48] What does it mean to be American?
[02:10.33] I think the struggle to free is our inheritance
[02:12.96] And if we say it how it really is
[02:15.30] We know our lily skin still give us privilege
[02:18.27] Advantages given to the few
[02:20.28] That are built into the roots of our biggest institutions
[02:23.11] That's the truth in life we got to choose
[02:25.57] Do I fight in the movement or think I'm entitled to it
[02:28.70] This is not a practice life
[02:31.25] This is the big game we got to attack it right
[02:34.24] Each one of us is headed for the grave
[02:36.65] This old crooked world won't be saved by the passive type
[02:39.57] This is a letter to my countrymen
[02:41.77] Not from a Democrat or a Republican
[02:44.34] But one among you that's why you call me brother
[02:46.97] Ain't scared to tell you we're in trouble 'cause I love you
[02:49.87] Chorus:
[02:51.38] "Sooner or later" x2
[02:58.93] Verse 3:
[03:00.33] They tell me I'm a dreamer, they ridicule
[03:03.08] They feel defeated, old, bitter, and cynical
[03:05.76] Excuse me but I see it from a different view
[03:08.42] I still believe in what a driven few could really do
[03:11.07] I know that the masses want to sleep
[03:13.32] And they would just rather hear me rapping to the beat
[03:15.76] But I want to pass this planet to my son
[03:18.50] A little better than it was when they handed it to me
[03:21.37] So I wrote a letter to my countrymen
[03:24.23] I'll be happy if it only reaches one of them
[03:27.06] Reporting live A-L-I, your brother
[03:29.36] Mourning in America, dreaming in color
[03:31.81] Dr. Cornel West:
[03:32.99] My dear Brother Ali,
[03:36.53] I think you know deep down in your soul that
[03:38.82] Something, something just ain't right.
[03:41.57] You don't want to be just well adjusted to injustice
[03:45.62] And well adapted to indifference. You want to be
[03:49.03] A person with integrity who leaves a mark on the world.
[03:53.44] People can say when you go that you left the world
[03:57.23] Just a little better than you found it. I understand. I want
[04:02.49] To be like that too.
[04:03.29]

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