Black Is…. This new song reaffirms Blackness in a beautiful but brutal way

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UK artist Dave dropped a new song a few weeks ago that is brutal in its honesty but beautiful in its truth and delivery. An ode to the reality of being Black in the Western world, a reminder of all the hard work still needed and the hardships faced in this world.

It is in short…. A masterpiece.! Watch in full below (and see the lyrics below that!).

Black

Look, black is beautiful, black is excellent
Black is pain, black is joy, black is evident
It’s workin’ twice as hard as the people you know you’re better than
‘Cause you need to do double what they do so you can level them
Black is so much deeper than just African-American
Our heritage been severed, you never got to experiment
With family trees, ’cause they teach you ’bout famine and greed
And show you pictures of our fam on their knees
Tell us we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin’ child soldiers gettin’ killed by other children
Feelin’ sick, like, “Oh shit, this could have happened to me”
Your mummy watchin’ tellin’ stories ’bout your dad and your niece
The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
A kid dies, the blacker the killer, the sweeter the news
And if he’s white you give him a chance, he’s ill and confused
If he’s black he’s probably armed, you see him and shoot

Look, black is growin’ up around the barbershop
Mummy sayin’, “Stay away from trouble, you’re in yard a lot”
Studying for ages, appreciatin’ the chance you got
‘Cause black is in your blood, and you ain’t even got the heart to stop
Black is steppin’ in for your mother because your father’s gone
And standin’ by your children when you haven’t proven karma wrong
Black is doin’ all of the above then goin’ corner shoppin’
Tryna help a lady cross the road to have her walkin’ off
Black is growin’ up around your family and makin’ it
Then being forced to leave the place you love because there’s hate in it
People say you fake the shit, never stayed to change the shit
But black is bein’ jealous, you’d be dead if you had stayed in it
Black is strugglin’ to find your history or trace the shit
You don’t know the truth about your race ’cause they erasin’ it
Black has got a sour fuckin’ flavour, here’s a taste of it
But black is all I know, there ain’t a thing that I would change in it

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Look, black ain’t just a single fuckin’ colour, man there’s shades to it
Her hair’s straight and thick but mine’s got waves in it
Black is not divisive, they been lyin’ and I hate the shit
Black has never been a competition, we don’t make this shit
Black is deadly
Black is when you’re freezin’ in your home and you can’t get sleep but never feelin’ empty
‘Cause you got 20 cousins in your country living stress-free
Walkin’ for their water, daughter wrapped inside a bed sheet
Black is distant, it’s representin’ countries that never even existed while your grandmother was livin’
Black is my Ghanaian brother readin’ into scriptures
Doin’ research on his lineage, findin’ out that he’s Egyptian
Black is people namin’ your countries on what they trade most
Coast of Ivory, Gold Coast, and the Grain Coast
But most importantly to show how deep all this pain goes
West Africa, Benin, they called it slave coast
Black is so confusin’, ’cause the culture? They’re in love with it
They take our features when they want and have their fun with it
Never seem to help with all the things we know would come with it
Loud in our laughter, silent in our sufferin’
Black is bein’ strong inside and facing defeat
Poverty made me a beast, I battled the law in the streets
We all struggled, but your struggle ain’t a struggle like me
Well, how could it be when your people gave us the odds that we beat?
I mean, fuckin’ hell, what about our brothers that are stuck in jail?
That couldn’t bust a bell, they held a bird and gotta live with it
Black is bein’ guilty until proven that you’re innocent
Black is sayin’, “Free my fucking niggas stuck inside in prison cells”
They think it’s funny, we ain’t got nothin’ to say to them
Unconditional love is strange to them; it’s amazin’ ’em
Black is like the sweetest fuckin’ flavor, here’s a taste of it
But black is all I know, there ain’t a thing that I would change in it

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