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Grow Food | Appetite For Change

[Hook]
Grow food, grow food
A-F-C got produce, A-F-C ‘bout to go cool, we gon’
Grow food, grow food
A-F-C got produce, A-F-C ‘bout to go cool (grow)
Whippin’ in the kitchen, whippin’ in the kitchen (grow)
I be whippin’ in the kitchen, whippin’ in the kitchen (woah)
Chop it up, chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it up
That slow food’s got you sloppy bruh
So chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it up
Grow food (go go go go go)
Grow food (go go go go go)
Chop it up, chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it up
That slow food’s got you sloppy bruh
So chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it up

[Verse 1]
See in my hood, there ain’t really much to eat
Popeye’s on the corner, McDonald’s right across the street
All this talk about guns and the drugs pretty serious
But look at what they feeding y’all, that’s what’s really killin’ us
Please change the food at my school, make it good
Get that fake food up out of my hood
Hope the message not misunderstood
Grow and cook your own food, yes you could
Got the lil homies in the garden
Got the big homie sellin’ collard greens
And the northside ain’t starving
Since good Minny cooks been on the scene
[Verse 2]
Screamin’ ‘Hot Cheetos and Takis’ but you better eat your broccoli
Fake food is kind of lame, putting poison in your brain
Need more people at the club, poppin’ bottles of that water
Dabbin’ on that fast food, pullin’ veggies out the garden
I go hard, I eat good
And I put that on my mama
Eatin’ healthy school lunch
And that’s word to Miss Obama
Drinking water, living longer
No processed drama
Call me John Deere shawty
I be growing like a farmer, dab

[Hook]
Grow food, grow food
A-F-C got produce, A-F-C ‘bout to go cool, we gon’
Grow food, grow food
A-F-C got produce, A-F-C ‘bout to go cool (grow)
Whippin’ in the kitchen, whippin’ in the kitchen (grow)
I be whippin’ in the kitchen, whippin’ in the kitchen (woah)
Chop it up, chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it up
That slow food’s got you sloppy bruh
So chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it up
Grow food (go go go go go)
Grow food (go go go go go)
Chop it up, chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it up
That slow food’s got you sloppy bruh
So chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it up

[Verse 3]
I get the C from the oranges
I get the D from the broccoli
I get that A from the milk
I get my vitamins properly
My food be packed with the minerals
I hope you taking this literal
So when you 65 plus
You should be passing your physical
Tried tell ‘em, tried tell ‘em
But they did not believe me
Boy that sugar was sweet
‘Til I got diabetes
You better rethink your drink
That stuff is not what you think
Get you some water or something
I get it free from the sink
Keep it healthy but still got that good taste
Got an appetite for flavor and an appetite for change
If you need a couple pointers I can get you some help
And then I see you on the Vine, ‘cause you need some milk

[Verse 4]
Eleven year old with some big dreams
About to make it big on the big screens
Don’t pay attention that TV
Plus fake food ain’t what you need
Come in the house, let us chop it up
That spring salad mix made it popular
But you thought that you plan on stopping us?
Did you thought that you plan on stopping us?
‘bout that health wealth, social change
My fruits and veggies be off the chain
Want real food for real people
Good at breaking bread, yeah fame
New money, real money, that’s all I need
Get the green, broccoli
Want to make a hundred mils, we done cooked a hundred meals
Cause my people gotta eat!

[Hook]
Grow food, grow food
A-F-C got produce, A-F-C ‘bout to go cool, we gon’
Grow food, grow food
A-F-C got produce, A-F-C ‘bout to go cool (grow)
Whippin’ in the kitchen, whippin’ in the kitchen (grow)
I be whippin’ in the kitchen, whippin’ in the kitchen (woah)
Chop it up, chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it up
That slow food’s got you sloppy bruh
So chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it up
Grow food (go go go go go)
Grow food (go go go go go)
Chop it up, chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it up
That slow food’s got you sloppy bruh
So chop it, chop it, chop it, chop it up

Prince Ea – Labels

I am not Black
I mean, that’s what the world calls me, but it’s not… me
I didn’t come out of my mother’s womb saying, “Hey everybody, I’m… Black.”
No, I was taught to be black
And you were taught to call me that
Along with whatever you call yourself
It’s just a…. label

See, from birth the world force feeds us these…. labels
And eventually we all swallow them
We digest and accept the labels, never ever doubting them
But there’s one problem:
Labels are not you and labels are not me
Labels are just …labels
But who we truly are is not… skin… deep
See, when I drive my car, no one would ever confuse the car for…. me
Well, when I drive my ….body, why do you confuse me for my… body?
It’s…. my ….body….get it? Not me

Let me break it down
See, our bodies are just cars that we operate and drive around
The dealership will call society decided to label mine the “black edition,”
Yours the “Irish” or “White edition”
And with no money down, 0% APR, and no test drive
We were forced to own these cars for the rest of our lives
Forgive me, but I fail to see the logic or pride
In defining myself or judging another by the cars we drive
Because who we truly are is found inside

Listen, I’m not here to tell you how science has concluded that genetically we’re all mixed
And race in the human species doesn’t exist
Or how every historian knows that race was invented in the 15th century
To divide people from each other and it has worked perfectly…
No…. I’m not here to lecture
I just want to ask one question
Who would you be if the world never gave you a label?
Never gave you a box to check
Would you be White? Black? Mexican?
Asian? Native American? Middle Eastern? Indian?
No. We would be one; we would be together
No longer living in the error
Of calling human beings Black people or White people
These labels that will forever blind us from seeing a person for who they are
But instead seeing them through the judgmental, prejudicial, artificial filters of who we THINK they are
And when you let an artificial label define yourself
Then, my friend, you have chosen smallness over greatness and minimized your…. self
Confined and divided your …..self from others
And it is an undeniable fact that
When there is division, there will be conflict
And conflict starts wars
There-fore every war has started over labels
It’s always us… versus them
So the answer to war, racism, sexism, and every other -ism
Is so simple that every politician has missed it
It’s the labels…
We must rip them off
Isn’t it funny how no baby is born racist
Yet, every baby cries when they hear the cries of another
No matter the gender, culture or color
Proving that deep down, we were meant to connect and care for each other
That is our mission, and that it’s not my opinion
That is the truth in a world that has sold us fiction
Please listen, labels only distort our vision
Which is why half of those watching this will dismiss it
Or feel resistance and conflicted
But, just remember…
So did the cater-pillar
Before it broke through its shell and became the magnificent butterfly
Well, these labels are our shells and we must do the same thing
So we can finally spread our wings

Human beings were not meant to be slapped with labels like groceries at supermarkets
DNA cannot be regulated by the FDA
We were meant to be free
And only until you remove them all
And stop living and thinking so small
Will we be free to see ourselves and each other for who we….TRULY…. are

Formation ~ Beyoncé

I came across Beyonce‘s new music video “Formation” in my Facebook newsfeed, and I googled and found this tribute to her song both empowering and inspiring – here’s sharing with you.
“Formation” is an anthem for Beyoncé and black culture, but, most of all, it’s an anthem for black women. And the response has been amazing. Following the video’s release, we’re talking about the blood that runs through our veins and the hoods we grew up in. We’re holding all of those in our black communities who came before us up high. We’re wearing every little thing that’s contributed to our blackness proudly. We’re letting our black girl magic shine.

#BlackGirlMagic is probably the best hashtag that was created, uniting black women all over the world. And the most beautiful thing to come out of #BlackGirlMagic is this appreciation for self, as black women. In a society that only recognizes our black features and culture, #BlackGirlMagic has encouraged us to own our culture. Black women are becoming even more empowered than they already were…

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Blood Orange – Sandra’s Smile

#SandraBland #SayHerName #BlackLivesMatter

Video information

Directed & edited by Devonté Hynes
Shot & edited by Jack Pearce
Produced by Nick Harwood & Imogene Strauss

Special thanks to Waffle Crew, Junglepussy, Ian Isiah & Michelle
https://www.facebook.com/WaffleNYC

1st AC: Kenny Suleimanagich
2nd AC: Connor Owens
Steadicam Operator: Victor Lazaro

Who taught you to breathe, then took away your speech,
Made you feel so loved, then shook your hand with gloves?
You watched her pass away, the words she said weren’t faint.
Closed our eyes for a while, but I still see Sandra’s smile.

Can you see it in my face?
Had enough for today.
It’s hard for me to to stay in place unless I force myself awake.

Look, an hour ago, I read Sybrina’s quote.
I mean, why should she forgive?
D’we lose you if, we don’t?

Say Her Name – Tef Poe featuring Dharma Jean prod Duke Rellington

#BlackLivesMatter #SandraBland #SayHerName

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