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letra de bulletproof - solillaquists of sound

chorus (alexandrah)

what’s dead to you is pushing through

verse 1 (swamburger)

i was born king, pushing hip in 29, son of a preacher
mind with the same name as he until at 39 he legally
dropped it and changed it to honor a german protestant.
i used to sing choir, went to college at 15, skipping
9th and 12th grade with big dreams of sociology and
systematic theology… i’ma be like pops, (a pastor.)
after 1954 i’m just that… 25 in alabama facing lack of
unity in tune with the omnipresent, i’m used to being
“jim crow-ed” though. relate to that! where i stay
there’s racial segregation. the measurement of a man is
98cents. freedom and a home to write is $28.12 but i’m
a long way from walden i admit.

chorus (alexandrah)

what’s dead to you is pushing through

verse 2 (swamburger)

i played the game of victim too long to be a silent
opposition to authority’s position. listen! one day,
while beginning a book i had a vision that would wake
me in the middle of typing. fast forward to the signing
of that very book… (harlem 58’) take a closer look. i
was stabbed in the chest with an envelope opener,
(black woman from georgia named izola.) now, rewind
back to that typing process, my vision of a promise-
land in spite of death… people gathered speaking rather
bold saying i was out of touch… “bus boycotts are old.”
civil rights’ not a fight for the now even now in the
present i’m learning how. maybe i should just rest,
slitter in my chest, pushing the envelope is not for
the best.

chorus (alexandrah)

what’s dead to you is pushing through

verse 3 (swamburger)

no! i’ma wake from this… escape death while i gotta
boat to fix. reaper’s knocking but you can’t stop when
a will to make a way is waiting over the mountain. so i
wrote more books, led a people to action, marched on
washington with peace and p-ssion, left the movement of
the south in the north with jackson, opposed war in
vietnam back to back then. won’t sleep till the dream
is alive… hold more rallies, get the poor organized. i
believe in a date with death but if i gotta go now no
fear is left… left away from stress. 39yrs to a king
ain’t a thing what’s left… an absolute? nah. another
living being wants to see if i’m bulletproof.

chorus (alexandrah)

what’s dead to you is pushing through

- solillaquists of sound

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