Song #1

Nina Simone by Four Women

My skin is black My arms are long My hair is woolly My back is strong Strong enough to take the pain Inflicted again and again What do they call me? My name is Aunt Sarah My name is Aunt Sarah Aunt Sarah

My skin is yellow My hair is long Between two worlds I do belong But my father was rich and white He forced my mother late one night And what do they call me? My name is Saffronia My name is Saffronia

My skin is tan My hair is fine My hips invite you My mouth like wine Whose little girl am I? Anyone who has money to buy What do they call me? My name is Sweet Thing My name is Sweet Thing

My skin is brown My manner is tough I'll kill the first mother I see! My life has been rough I'm awfully bitter these days Because my parents were slaves What do they call me? My name is Peaches! Song #2

Aretha Franklin [Written by Otis Redding]

What you want, baby, I got it What you need, do you know I got it? All I'm askin' is for a little respect when you get home (Just a little bit) Hey baby (Just a little bit) when you get home (Just a little bit) mister (Just a little bit)

I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone Ain't gon' do you wrong 'cause I don't wanna All I'm askin' is for a little respect when you come home (Just a little bit) Baby (Just a little bit) When you get home (Just a little bit) Yeah (Just a little bit)

I'm about to give you all of my money And all I'm askin' in return, honey Is to give me my propers when you get home (Just a, just a, just a, just a) Yeah, baby (Just a, just a, just a, just a) When you get home (Just a little bit) Yeah (Just a little bit) Ooh, your kisses, sweeter than honey And guess what? So is my money All I want you to do for me, is give it to me when you get home (Re, re, re ,re) Yeah baby (Re, re, re ,re) Whip it to me (Respect, just a little bit) When you get home, now (Just a little bit)

R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out what it means to me R-E-S-P-E-C-T, take care, TCB, oh (Sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me) A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me) Whoa, babe (Just a little bit) A little respect (Just a little bit) I get tired (Just a little bit) Keep on tryin' (Just a little bit) You're runnin' out of fools (Just a little bit) And I ain't lyin' (Just a little bit) (Re, re, re, re) Start when you come home (Re, re, re, respect) Or you might walk in (Just a little bit) And find out I'm gone (Just a little bit) I gotta have (Just a little bit) A little respect (Just a little bit) Song #3

2 Pac Changes

[Verse 1: 2Pac] I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth livin'? Should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor and, even worse, I'm black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero "Give the crack to the kids, who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare!" First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal to brothers Give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other "It's time to fight back," that's what Huey said Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead I got love for my brother But we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers And that's how it's supposed to be How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids But things change… and that's the way it is [Chorus: Talent] That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is, aww yeah That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is, aww yeah

Claim your domain before someone else does and start your [Verse 2: 2Pac] I see no changes, all I see is racist faces Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races We under, I wonder what it takes to make this One better place, let's erase the wasted Take the evil out the people, they'll be actin' right ‘Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight And the only time we chill is when we kill each other It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven-sent We ain't ready to see a black president It ain't a secret, don't conceal the fact The penitentiary's packed and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change Try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game Now tell me, what's a mother to do? Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today," but you made it in a sleazy way Sellin' crack to the kids "I gotta get paid!" — well hey, but that's the way it is

[Chorus: Talent] That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is, aww yeah That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is, aww yeah our domain before someone else does and start your

[Interlude: 2Pac] We gotta make a change It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes Let's change the way we eat Let's change the way we live And let's change the way we treat each other You see the old way wasn't workin' So it's on us to do what we gotta do to survive

[Verse 3: 2Pac] And still I see no changes; can't a brother get a little peace? It's war on the streets and a war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the facts, givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up Crack you up and pimp-smack you up You gotta learn to hold your own They get jealous when they see you with your mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this That's the sound of my tool You say it ain't cool, my mama didn't raise no fool And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped And I never get to lay back ‘Cause I always got to worry 'bout the payback Some buck that I roughed up way back Comin' back after all these years "Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat," that's the way it is

[Chorus: Talent] That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is, aww yeah (You're my brother, you're my sister) That's just the way it is Things'll never be the same That's just the way it is, aww yeah

[Outro: 2Pac] Some things'll never change Song #4

Black Eyed Peas - Where Is the Love?

[Verse 1: will.i.am] What's wrong with the world, mama? People livin' like they ain't got no mamas I think the whole world's addicted to the drama Only attracted to the things that'll bring a trauma Overseas, yeah, we tryin' to stop terrorism But we still got terrorists here livin' In the USA, the big CIA The Bloods and the Crips, and the KKK But if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And to discriminate only generates hate And when you hate, then you're bound to get irate Madness is what you demonstrate And that's exactly how anger works and operates Man, you gotta have love, this'll set us straight Take control of your mind and meditate Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all

[Pre-Chorus: Justin Timberlake] People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear 'em cryin' Can you practice what you preach? And would you turn the other cheek? Father, father, father, help us Send some guidance from above These people got me, got me questionin'

[Chorus: Justin Timberlake (and Fergie)] Where is the love? (love) Where is the love? (the love) Where is the love? (the love) Where is the love? (the love, the love)

[Verse 2: Taboo] It just ain't the same, old ways have changed New days are strange, is the world insane? If love and peace is so strong Why are there pieces of love that don't belong Nations droppin' bombs Chemical gases fillin' lungs of little ones With ongoing sufferin' as the youth die young So ask yourself, is the lovin' really gone? So I can ask myself, really, what is going wrong? With this world that we livin' in, people keep on givin' in Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother A war is goin' on, but the reason's undercover The truth is kept secret, and swept under the rug If you never know truth, then you never know love Where's the love, y'all? (Come on, I don't know) Where's the truth, y'all? (Come on, I don't know) And where's the love y'all? [Pre-Chorus: Justin Timberlake] People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear them cryin' Will you practice what you preach? And would you turn the other cheek? Father, father, father, help us Send some guidance from above These people got me, got me questionin'

[Chorus: Justin Timberlake (and Fergie)] Where is the love? (love) Where is the love? (the love) Where is the love? (the love) Where is the love? (the love, the love)

[Verse 3: Apl.de.ap] I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder As I'm getting older, y'all people gets colder Most of us only care about money-makin' Selfishness got us followin' the wrong direction Wrong information always shown by the media Negative images is the main criteria Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema Whatever happened to the values of humanity? Whatever happened to the fairness and equality? Instead of spreadin' love we spreadin' animosity Lack of understandin' leading us away from unity That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down It's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under Gotta keep my faith alive 'til love is found Now ask yourself… [Bridge: will.i.am & Justin Timberlake] Where is the love? Where is the love? Where is the love? Where is the love? Father, father, father, help us Send some guidance from above These people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love?

[Outro] Now sing with me, y'all (one world, one world) We only got (one world, one world) That's all we got (one world, one world) And something's wrong with it Something's wrong with it Something's wrong with the w-w-world We only got (one world, one world) That's all we got (one world, one world) Song #5

This Is America - Childish Gambino Donald Glover

[Intro: Choir] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away

[Bridge: Childish Gambino & Young Thug] We just wanna party Party just for you We just want the money Money just for you (Yeah) I know you wanna party Party just for free Girl, you got me dancin' (Girl, you got me dancin') Dance and shake the frame (Yeah) We just wanna party (Yeah) Party just for you (Yeah) We just want the money (Yeah) Money just for you (You) I know you wanna party (Yeah) Party just for free (Yeah) Girl, you got me dancin' (girl, you got me dancin', Yeah) Dance and shake the frame (Ooh)

Shop [Chorus: Childish Gambino] This is America Don't catch you slippin' now Don't catch you slippin' now Look what I'm whippin' now This is America (Woo) Don't catch you slippin' now Don't catch you slippin' now Look what I'm whippin' now

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino, Young Thug, Blocboy JB & 21 Savage] This is America (Skrrt, skrrt, woo) Don't catch you slippin' now (Ayy) Look how I'm livin' now Police be trippin' now (Woo) Yeah, this is America (Woo, ayy) Guns in my area (Word, my area) I got the strap (Ayy, ayy) I gotta carry 'em Yeah, yeah, I'ma go into this (Ugh) Yeah, yeah, this is guerilla (Woo) Yeah, yeah, I'ma go get the bag Yeah, yeah, or I'ma get the pad Yeah, yeah, I'm so cold like, yeah (Yeah) I'm so dope like, yeah (Woo) We gon' blow like, yeah (Straight up, uh) Song # 6

Da Baby - Rockstar

Even if I told you, still wouldn't understand what happened Rather be myself, if people look at me, don't matter A rockstar, nigga, just tryna keep it kosher Try to keep my eyes on my own paper like my teachers told me Soon as niggas think it's over (Poof) Number one on the charts, I'm there vicariously Oh, there they go by us They pushin' negative narratives, I'm ready though Cops wanna pull me over, embarrass me Abusin' power, you never knew me, thought I was arrogant As a juvenile, police pulled their guns like they scared of me And we're used to how crackers treat us, now that's the scary thing Want anything we good at and we cherish it Now we all fed up and niggas comin' back for everything Rockstars, nigga, just watch the news, they burnin' cop cars, nigga Kill another nigga, break the law, then call us outlaws, nigga What happened? Want us to keep it peaceful Shoulda seen them hatin' bitches face when I bought that Lamborghini (SethInTheKitchen) Throw up my middle finger, police can't catch me, this a (Seth in the kitchen) Let's go Brand new Lamborghini, f--- a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real n---a rockstar? This ain't no guitar, bi---, this a Glock (woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (woo) You better let me go the day you need me (woo) Soon as you up me on that n---a, get to bustin' (woo) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a n---a gave me nothin' (yeah, yeah) I'm ready to hop out on a n---a, get to bustin' Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay," don't make me push the button Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a f---in' bucket Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain't goin' for nothin' I'm ready to air it out on all these n---as, I can see 'em runnin' Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime Just to check up on me and my brother I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son Was always guaranteed to get the money (okay, let's go) She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a n---a, I'ma pull it out and shoot (boom) PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu My daughter a G, she saw me kill a n---a in front of her before the age of two And I'll kill another n---a too 'Fore I let another n---a do somethin' to you Long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different Daddy love you (yeah, yeah) Let's go Brand new Lamborghini, f--- a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real n---a rockstar? This ain't no guitar, bi---, this a Glock (woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (woo) You better let me go the day you need me (woo) Soon as you up me on that n---a, get to bustin' (woo, yeah) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop (yeah, yeah) Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban 'Cause the codeine had a young n---a swervin' I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my jersey Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman You fool me one time, you can't cross me again Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind If he talkin' on the yard, the pen' dogs'll take his chin Maybach SUV for my refugees Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day But they ain't even want no smoke If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote Let's go Brand new Lamborghini, f--- a cop car With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (yeah, yeah, yeah) Have you ever met a real n---a rockstar? This ain't no guitar, bi---, this a Glock (woo) My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (woo) You better let me go the day you need me (woo) Soon as you up me on that n---a, get to bustin' (woo) And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

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Song # 7

Fight the Power- 2020 BET Version - Public Enemy featuring Jahi, Rhapsody, Black thought, Nas [Intro: Chuck D] This is revolution shit Uh, yeah, c'mon and get down Uh, yeah, c'mon and get down Uh, yeah, hey The year is 2020, the number A little somethin' to get down Sound of the funky drummer Music hitting' the heart 'cause I know you got soul Brothers and sisters

[Verse 1: Nas] The Information Age Got 'em seein' what's really wrong with these racist days I honor the strong and pity the weak Your thoughts run your life, be careful what you think Haiti beat France, a century, seventeen Salute Toussaint and Dessalines And I do love France, know what I mean? It's the system I'm talkin', nobody's agreein' They say, "Suicide," when dead bodies are swingin' Cowards are huntin' black men, that's what I'm seein' How many toasters have been burnt down? And once Central Park was a thrivin' black town Yo, Chuck, I'm fightin' the power right now Thank you, Flav and P-E, puttin' it down Puttin' your life on the line so I could rap now The next generation still singin', "Fight the Power"

[Chorus: Chuck D with Flava Flav] Fight the power (Fight the power) Fight the power (Fight the power) Fight the power (Fight the power) Fight the power, we got to fight the powers that be

[Verse 2: Rapsody] Police think they reign, [?] over the law (Yeah) When they give us short sticks but we really need a long To the boys in the hood, duckin bullets and batons From boys in the hood, triple Ks on they arm Four fingers on my palm screamin', "Fight" Change the policy, before I buy back our property You love Black Panther but not Fred Hampton Word to the Howards and the Aggies and the Hamptons They book us, won't book us, I'm Booker T. Washington, George killed, for twenty Think about it (Think), that's two thousand pennies The value of black life the cost of goin' to Wendy's For a four-quarter burger, ended in murder Fight for Breonna and the pain of her mother, gotta

[Chorus: Chuck D with Flava Flav] Fight the power (Fight the power) Fight the power (Fight the power) Fight the power (Fight the power) Fight the power, we got to fight the powers that be [Verse 3: Black Thought] Yeah, generations just how long we been at war The revolution on all platforms You break a man's mind in his back Yo, solidarity is what I'm wearin' all black for For comrades who done fought without me It's not to try and change y'all thoughts about me Or to read the [?] reports about me Dear white people, you should take a course about me 'Cause, is it the law, for a four-finger ring? The sciences and the arts, the songs we can sing? I really wanna know why y'all so scared Prolly 'cause the promised land, we almost there But look, I think of images that fuel my youth Been influenced by Craig Hodges and Abdul-Rauf Examples like Olympic, Black Power salutes To Panther troops, I saw as I pursued my truth If racism is the cancer, black thought's the answer Gotta get up off the back porch, emancipate your minds Get your bodies back from ransom (C'mon) And all black hands up for the anthem

[Chorus: Chuck D with Flava Flav] Fight the power (Fight the power) Fight the power, we got to fight the powers that be Yo, yo, check this out, man Bring that beat back, man (Bring that beat back) In two, three, four, hit it

[Verse 4: Jahi] People, people, stronger than this evil Smashin' your power structure, melanin royal, regal System designed to kill and unprotect Worldwide, hit the streets just to get some respect Our fight and our rights for freedom will never wane But justice Breonna Taylor, salute Chuck and Flava Feel the same anger since Radio Rahim died Black power to the people, push forward, pride

[Verse 5: YG] Fight power like it's the opp, though Born to fight, I made it off the block though Thought he had a gun and he was black, that's the combo The police killed George havin' a convo (George) They killed Malcolm X, they killed Doctor King (Doctor King) They gave us guns and dope, they wanna stop our kings They tryna erase our history, stop and think History class ain't tell us 'bout Juneteeth Cops don't give a damn about a negro Pull the trigger, kill negro, he's a hero Fuck livin' life on welfare, the last one who cared was Obamacare Round twelve, nose kinda bloody, gotta keep fightin' Trump flew to North Korea, they respect violence If you ain't tryna have your city on fire Put some respect on our name, we come from gold and diamonds

[Chorus: Chuck D with Flava Flav] Fight the power (Fight the power) Fight the power, we got to fight the powers that be Yo, yo

[Verse 6: Chuck D] Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant shit to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain Motherfuck him and John Wayne 'Cause I'm Black and I'm proud I'm ready, I'm hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for four hundred years if you check "Don't Worry, Be Happy" was a number one jam Damn if I say it you can slap me right here (Get it) Let's get this party started right Right on, c'mon What we got to say Power to the people no delay Make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be