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Dana. - The Land Of Milk & Honey (Black Gold Chant Reprise)
Recorded a quick melodic/oddity (my short rough/freestyle recordings) over an Ohbliv beat titled “learnit”. Originally have this melody and song a different way, but found no beat that would fit, so did a reprise until that comes to me.
The Land of Milk and Honey,
I’ll show you where it’s plentiful.
Black gold, black tones, my black people,
Heaven is just a mile away.The Land of Milk & Honey (Black Gold Reprise)
In August of 1865, a Colonel P.H. Anderson of Big Spring, Tennessee, wrote to his former slave, Jourdan Anderson, and requested that he come back to work on his farm. Jourdan — who, since being emancipated, had moved to Ohio, found paid work, and was now supporting his family — responded spectacularly by way of the letter seen below (a letter which, according to newspapers at the time, he dictated).
read the letter here
Reblogged from mselvisfrshly with 140 notes
obama undoubtedly has a way with words. and that speech sounded really nice but like, to me, that was it. it sounded really nice. he made a lot of hopeful remarks but didn’t really address his faults and didn’t own up to a lot of shit he’s done, and hasn’t done (or giving in to the republicans on some shit) . i mean don’t get me wrong, i even posted that link of whathefuckdidobamado to holla at the naysayers who said he hasn’t done ANYTHING, but it didn’t take away from the fact that he has a lot of shit to own up to. namely, guantanamo bay? the thousands and thousands of people being deported to this day? and what the fuck is up with that Israel shit? i do believe he needs more time like anyone else, but there was A LOT of bullshit going on this first term. i had a lot of hope for obama and still kinda do, and when voting time comes around, I’ll vote for him, because of two things, my hope that he’s a man of his words, but mostly because he’s the lesser of two evils.
Black is beautiful, but Black isn’t power. Knowledge is power. So, you can be as black as a crow, you can be as white as snow…but if you don’t know and ain’t got no dough, you can’t go, and that’s fo’ sho.
Lewis H. Michaux, The Black Power Mixtape,1967-1975