Lauryn Hill Dedicates 'Black Rage' To Ferguson

Lauryn Hill's new song is set to the tune of "My Favorite Things," but with much darker, introspective lyrics.
Lauryn Hill Dedicates 'Black Rage' To Ferguson

Dedicated to the people of Ferguson. Lyrics below, via:

Black rage is founded on two-thirds a person
Rapings and beatings and suffering that worsens,
Black human packages tied up with strings
Black rage can come from all these kinds of things.
Black rage is founded on blatant denial
Squeezed economics, subsistence survival
Deafening silence and social control
Black rage is founded on wounds in the soul!

When the dogs bite, when the beatings,
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember all these kinds of things
And then I don’t fear so bad…

Black rage is founded: who fed us self hatred
Lies and abuse while we waited and waited?
Spiritual treason
This grid and its cages
Black rage was founded on these kinds of things

Black rage is founded on draining and draining
Threatening your freedom to stop your complaining
Poisoning your water while they say it's raining
Then call you mad for complaining, complaining
Old time bureaucracy drugging the youth
Black rage is founded on blocking the truth!
Murder and crime, compromise and distortion
Sacrifice, sacrifice
Who makes this fortune?
Greed, falsely called progress,
Such human contortion,
Black rage is founded on these kinds of things

So when the dog bites
And the ceilings,
And I’m feeling mad
I simply remember all these kinds of things
And then I don’t fear so bad

Free enterprise, is it myth or illusion
Forcing you back into purposed confusion.
Black human trafficking or blood transfusion?
Black rage is founded on these kinds of things.
Victims of violence
Both psyche and body
Life out of context IS living ungodly
Politics, politics
Greed falsely called wealth
Black rage is founded on denying of self.
Black human packages
Tied and subsistence
Having to justify very existence
Try if you must
But you can’t have my soul
Black rage is founded on ungodly control
So when the dog bites
And the beatings
And I’m feeling so sad
I simply remember all these kinds of things
And then I don’t feel so bad

These lyrics are the kind of poetry and social commentary I miss in music today. This will be the first record I've bought in months. Worth every penny.

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