Janice Sullivan
The S-o-o-o-o-ouls of Black Folks!
You Damn Right!
It’s the hippest trip in American
And we about to flip the script in America
The longest running prime time show
What? You don’t know?They said it would not be televised
But they dun lied
About the S-o-o-o-o-ouls of Black Folks ‘dat is
Much despised, slandered by the lies,
Slain for the gain of power, fortune and fame
Criticized by your eyes
And you even believe your own bald face lies
And we’re not even gonna mention
How our paychecks are sodomized,
You see, because that could be the shit
That brings tears to your eyes
And since I AM the mother of invention
You can’t clock mine.The shit we been put through
We still survived and it ain’t no lie
We don’t die
We multiply, multiply, multiply
Like the cubits in the pyramids
They look at us and say,
“How you did that?”
If you think about it . . .
Our History is all of That!From the beginning of time
When Nebuchanezzar said, “I got mine”
And we represent the beginning of numbers
From 1 to infinity
And I thank my maker for my serenity,
‘Cause the S-o-o-o-o-ouls of Black Folks
Rest upon me.You Damn Right!
It’s the hippest trip in America
And we’re gonna flip the script in America
“The Runaway Poet” is here to set you free,
Come travel the Underground Railroads
With meWhere positivity,
Rests, rules and abides in me
And I am not the beginning
Nor the end of this legacy
Because the S-o-o-o-o-ouls of Black Folks Provides my energy.Did you know that the statue of liberty
Was designed to look like me?
But then the S-o-o-o-o-ouls of Black Folks
Was not part of this American Fantasy
So they raped the statue of her afrocentricity
Guess why America will never be free…
‘Cause that bitch ain’t got no identity
And she wish she had some melanin like me!The S-o-o-o-o-ouls of Black Folks
Cannot be defined,
Cannot be defined, cannot be defined
The Souls of Black Folks
You Damn Right!
It’s the hippest trip in America
And we’re gonna flip the script in America
The Runaway Poet” is here to set you free
Come travel the Underground Railroads with meWhere positivity, rests, rules and abides in me
And I am not the beginning
Nor the end of this legacy and
The shit we been put through
We still survived and it ain’t no lie
We don’t die
We multiply, multiply, multiplyThe Souls of Black Folks. . . .
“I’LL BE” Baby, I’ll be your meanwhile
Your in between while
Your lover ‘da runaway chile
Until she decides to come back home.Baby I got your “love jones”
And I’m puttin’ it to your earhole with passionate moans
And keepin’ your dick on the bone
And treatin’ you like my king
‘Cause I wanna position myself on your throne
Your highness, if you let me.Baby, I’ll be your meantime,
All up in your in between time
‘Cause you always say
“The sun ain’t shine,
Ever since she been gone.”Baby I wanna be your floy joy
and
I
Gotta’ keep it real boy
I just wanna be your favorite toy
While she’s gone.I just wanna keep you satisfied
Cause your foolish pride
Can’t put aside the FACT
She don’t want you no ‘mo.But, I’ll be your meanwhile
Your in between while
Your lover the runaway ‘chile
Until she wanna come back home,
I’ll be your stick me
She’s just a chick who’s wit me
Until my real baby come back home.Baby,
I’ll be your meantime,
All up in your in between time
‘Cause you always say
“The sun ain’t shine, ever since she been gone.”Now, I don’t know what she got on you
But whatever it is,
That shit got you stickin’ to her
And me stickin’ to you,
Damn! I can’t stand to see you so blue. . .
I know you know
She ain’t never luv’d you
Not like. . . I do.So baby, just remember . . .
I’ll be
Your meanwhile
Your in between while
Your lover ‘da runaway chile
Until she decides to come back home.