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Native Son (1940) is a novel written by the American author Richard Wright. It tells the story of 20-year-old Bigger Thomas, an African American youth living in utter poverty in a poor area on Chicago's South Side in the 1930s. While not apologizing for Bigger's crimes, Wright portrays a systemic inevitability behind them. Bigger's lawyer, Boris Max, makes the case that there is no escape from this destiny for his client or any other black American since they are the necessary product of the society that formed them and told them since birth who exactly they were supposed to be. "No American Negro exists", James Baldwin once wrote, "who does not have his private Bigger Thomas living in his skull." Frantz Fanon discusses the feeling in his 1952 essay, L'expéri… more »

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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I’m back for the land
Yeah, I’m back for the land
Yeah, Yeah, I’m back for the land
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I’m coming back for the land that my grandmama and my granddaddy put a house on
I’m coming back for the land that they snatched from the fam
Imma put the whole south on
I'm coming back for that bag that you owe me
And I ain’t coming back by my lonely
I'm back for them acres
I'm plotting on the plot by ya neighbors
I'm back for the land with a hand full of bands
Yeah, I'm back for THE LAND
From the backwoods of the Cak’
I’m back to claim what’s ours, gimme flowers
The witchdoctor pull roots and grind powder
To flood our skies with the cries that grow louder
We put blood in the field to yield grain
Then we watered the seed
And the seed revealed pain
Flower buds we're loveless
It's been a long row to hoe
But please know we all came for JUSTICE
I rain danced on the mainland
The stagehands came for a drama that they never seen
This is evergreen
You can feel it in the balcony, the mezzanine
Tragedy, Agony, end scene
I emerge from the fog
Going hard with a monologue
This ain’t church
This cathedral
The Giancarlo Esposito
The Griot
I'm echoing a hymn for the people
I’m coming back for the land that my grandmama and my granddaddy put a house on
I’m coming back for the land that they snatched from the fam
Imma put the whole south on
I'm coming back for that bag that you owe me
And I ain’t coming back by my lonely
I'm back for them acres
I'm plotting on the plot by ya neighbors
I'm back for the land with a hand full of bands
Yeah, I'm back for THE LAND
From the backwoods of the Cak’
I’m back to claim what’s ours, gimme flowers
I painted the canvas
I'm kicking the melody
I came back for land deeds and legacies
I was born by the river with a flow and a fade
And a whole tribe of my ancestors
I do this for my grandpa
With his peace pipe in his favorite chair
Reclining watching his westerns, uhh
I came back for my lineage
Unblemished interior in the villages
I've got a myriad of superior materials
I’m a serial liberator for lost chirren
You know we reap cause we sowed the cloth different
The work's still speaking in tongues
We beating the drums
The real ones follow me
I’m pulling up for the property
Mu’fucka talk to me properly
I’m coming back for the land that my grandmama and my granddaddy put a house on
I’m coming back for the land that they snatched from the fam
Imma put the whole south on
I'm coming back for that bag that you owe me
And I ain’t coming back by my lonely
I'm back for them acres
I'm plotting on the plot by ya neighbors
I'm back for the land with a hand full of bands
Yeah, I'm back for THE LAND
From the backwoods of the Cak’
I’m back to claim what’s ours, gimme flowers
I’m the Black sparrow adorned in 24 karat gold
With a lighter to the barrels of oil
The Phoenix
I’m in tune with my spiritual self
I’m tryna burn it all down, redistribute the wealth
I’d rather vibrate than gyrate when it’s high stakes
I don’t migrate
I radicalize primates
Supreme literature still reek of my signature
Triple beam lyrical dream police picketer
More heaters for listeners
More freedom for prisoners
Culture requirements for the gentrifiers and visitors
I emerge from the fog going hard with a monologue
This ain’t church
This cathedral
The Giancarlo Esposito
The Griot
I'm echoing a hymn for the people
I’m coming back for the land that my grandmama and my granddaddy put a house on
I’m coming back for the land that they snatched from the fam
Imma put the whole south on
I'm coming back for that bag that you owe me
And I ain’t coming back by my lonely
I'm back for them acres
I'm plotting on the plot by ya neighbors
I'm back for the land with a hand full of bands
Yeah, I'm back for THE LAND
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I’m back for the land
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I’m back for the land
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I’m back for the land
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I’m back for the land
History will bear it out that at one time
We was the major generation to hand down generational wealth, ya know
As they handed it down to me
And I’m looking forward to handing it down to my sons
And because, the reason why Pigford is so complicated
They did everything but return to us the land
Because then you was truly free

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