Becoming Black & Proud
Swingin’ sounds over quick tempo beats, got too white for our ears so we hit the streets
When Charlie Parker came he made a new, then Miles Davis shook the world with “Kind of Blue”
We mixed our blues with our rhythm, yeah Chuck Berry was real hip and Little Richard on those piano keys, boy was he slick
Funk came with our soul in the summer, after Martin and Malcolm were killed, what a bummer
James brown sang the anthem all around the town, we ain’t negroes no more, we Black now.
