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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!
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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
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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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