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I know it has been a few months since I posted a Verse of the Moment, but the switch from Windows to Macintosh threw me out of my routine. In addition, it took me some time to find all of the appropriate tools necessary to post these little soundbites.

Anyway, this month I got an oldie but goodie from Mr. Talib Kweli. I felt it was slightly appropriate given that his new album is due out soon. The verse I chose is from the track “For Women” on his “Reflection Eternal” album. It takes an interesting look at the life/travels of blacks in America. With that said, on to the music/lyrics:

 Artist: Talib Kweli & Hi-Tek

 Album: Reflection Eternal

 Song: For Women

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[Intro]
Yea, so we got this tune called “For Women” right
Originally, it was by Nina Simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south. In the south, they used to call her Mother Antie
She said No Mrs.
Just Antie
She said if anybody ever called her Antie
she’d burn the whole goddamn place down
I’m over past that
Coming into the new millenium, we can’t forget our elders

[Verse]
I got off the 2 train in Brooklyn on my way to a session
Said let me help this woman up the stairs before I get to steppin’
We got in a conversation she said she a 107
Just her presence was a blessing and her essence was a lesson
She had her head wrapped
And long dreads that peeked out the back
Like antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine that
Livin’ a century, the strenght of her memories
Felt like an angel had been sent to me
She lived from nigger to colored to negro to black
To afro then african-american and right back to nigger
You figure she’d be bitter in the twilight
But she alright, cuz she done sseen the circle of life yo
Her skin was black like it was packed with melanin
Back in the days of slaves she packin’ like Harriet Tubman
Her arms are long and she moves like song
Feet with corns, hand with callouses
But her heart is warm and her hair is wooly
And it attract a lot of energy even negative
She gotta dead that the head wrap is her remedy
Her back is strong and she far from a vagabond
This is the back of the masters’ whip used to crack upon
Strong enough to take all the pain, that’s been
Inflicted again and again and again and again and flipped
It to the love for her children nothing else matters
What do they call her? They call her aunt Sara.