In 1903 he wrote the lyrics for In Dahomey, the first all-African American musical produced on Broadway, but his best-known legacy - other than the poem “ We Wear The Mask” - most likely springs from 20 th century poet Maya Angelou, who “sampled” Dunbar’s poem Sympathyfor her autobiography’s title: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. One of the first African American writers to garner international fame, Dunbar celebrated Black speech and vernacular in many of his works. was 19 th century poet Paul Laurence Dunbar – he sold his poems to people riding in the elevator he operated! rappers jump-started their careers by selling CDs out of the trunks of their cars, the real O.G. Hey, this Lori Lakin Hutcherson, founder and editor in chief of, here to share with you a daily drop of Good Black News for Monday, March 21st, 2022, based on the “A Year of Good Black News Page-A-Day Calendar” published by Workman Publishing. Or just check it out every day here on the main website (transcript below): You can follow or subscribe to the Good Black News Daily Drop Podcast through Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Google Podcasts, rss.comor create your own RSS Feed. All lyrics are property and copyright of their respective authors, artists and labels.By Lori Lakin Hutcherson ( # WorldPoetryDay, we celebrate poet and author Paul Laurence Dunbar, one of the first African American writers to celebrate Black speech and vernacular in his works.ĭunbar is featured in today’s GBN Daily Drop podcast, based on the Monday, March 21 entry from our “A Year of Good Black News” Page-A-Day®️ Calendar for 2022: To get the song, you can do it by buying the original album or stream them on Google Play Music, Apple Music, iTunes, Amazon, Qobuz, Joox, Sky Music, Spotify, Deezer, KKBOX, Youtube or other official streaming services. This site only shares song lyrics for educational purposes. Wonder if a nigga ever get up out this cage Thinking bout the present day I’m living off the stage See I’m caged by the visions of the blind That a Mercedes brings, like slow sex with fast women I never fiend for the scene but I dreamed of the things I’m a dreamers dream, a sort of an inception You think you standing for something you on a trap door I’m just a jazz musician trapped in a rap form I fill mine up with Hennessy, then get back to him Is the cup half-empty or is it half-full? I definitely got a couple parts in me that I regret I could’ve been a dealer in the party with the Xīut I’m hardly in the mix and I partially confess With a shorty on the way coming shortly to protect I could’ve been a shorty drinking 40s on the steps Used to paint a picture with a story of neglect This goes out to childhood friends that’s doin' yearsīack on the streets just to peep that you still in the cage (Let this little caged bird sing) Caged birdįreedom’s just an illusion, that’s my conclusionĪnd if it ain’t, then how my niggas keep on losin' theirs? I see the judge’s eyes, I know that he ain’t understanding me Like real niggas who been stripped of our humanity We full of real nigga wisdom, so we proceed Without a second thought, in every lesson taught by Ogs Knowing that they make us feel like we evil so we kill our people Hoping they open up these bars and send a nigga home It’s just like the caged bird I sing a song Thinking “I could bust a hole through this wall This is hell, see the young black males in packed cells I’ll be lying if I said I ain’t understand, my niggaĬause who you gon' follow when the leaders all get swallowed Think for yourself, make your own plans, my nigga You ain’t a man till you stop chasing your friends, my nigga
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