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released August 20, 2015

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Becca Wonka Los Angeles, California

Becca Wonka is a Cali-French and Funky Neo-Soul Artivist powered by Conscious Hip Hop vibes.

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Track Name: The Revolution Will Now Be Televised
The revolution will now be televised
Cause brother Gil, it’s still not happening live
We’re tuning in, not copping out, as we’ve been so well advised
A hundred Watts, a million waves, and we’re still in power dive

The small screen’s widening
When the story’s gripping
Let’s show some hard earning
Some hot tears dripping
And lost girls screaming
And old school whipping
And red hate flaring
And big hearts failing

The revolution will now be televised
Cause brother brother Marvin, what’s going on now is way too jive
Their political tricks got us hypnotized
But if we ever break the spell, togetherness will thrive

The small screen’s melting
The lines are blurring
The theme song’s playing
And no Glen’s belting
The siren’s blaring
The pigs are still shooting
But Soultown is healing
And colors are winning

The revolution will now be televised
Cause brother Gil, it’s still not happening live
We’re tuning in, not copping out, as we’ve been so well advised
A hundred Watts, a million waves, and we’re still in power dive
The revolution will now be televised
Cause brother brother Marvin, what’s going on now is way too jive
Their political tricks got us hypnotized
But if we ever break the spell, this time it will be live!
Track Name: No Calumet
I see how history has slapped you in the face
I see a trail of tears that no time can erase
I feel the burning chains
I hear the cries of pain
Can we accept that all the suffering was in vain?
What silver lining can we see
When we go up the family tree
Too many sowed the seeds and never owned the grain


I’m not smoking no calumet
Until these talking heads all hang in shame
My rage is all they’ll ever get
Until they take a little of the blame
The slate cannot go back to blank
The bloody stains are here to stay
The people’s court played one big prank
Some colors never even had their day
It’s now my duty to be frank
And start singing the hate away


I see how vanity has looked down on your race
How it was blind to all its beauty and its grace
I see your empty hands
The broken lives to mend
You were pushed to build your castle out of sand
What silver lining can we see
When we go down the family tree
Too many plowed the fields and never owned the land

I’m not smoking no calumet…

The burning chains
The cries of pain
The trail of tears
The darkest fears
Your empty hands
The lives to mend
The bloody stains
The stolen grain
The stolen land