Burnin’ and Lootin’

Robert Nestor Marley

This one goes out to France, ablaze of late. I read somewhere it’s all because of rap. I think Bob said it all well enough a generation ago:
This morning, I woke up in a curfew. Oh God, I was a prisoner, too.
I could not recognize the faces standing over me;
They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality;
How many rivers will we have to cross before we can talk to the boss;
All that we’ve got it seems we have lost;
We must have really paid a cost, that’s why we’re going to be burning and looting tonight…
The whole album holds up amazingly well, in fact. Try Small Axe:
“If you are a big tree, we are the small axe, sharpened to cut you down, ready to cut you down. These are the words of our master. We all shall prosper, or no they can’t.”
Or another favorite, Duppy Conqueror:
The bars coiuld not hold me. Force could not control me.
They tried to keep me down, but Jah want I around.
Yes, I’ve been accused many a times, and wrongly abused. But through the powers that puhold me, they’ve got to turn me loose… Don’t try to call me a disgrace now. I’ve got to reach Mt. Zion. If you are a Bullbucka, I’m a Duppy Conqueror.
Yes, me friend, dem say we free again.

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