Apr 27 2011

Akala “Find No Enemy”—Lyrics & Music Video

Akala “Find No Enemy”

Akala’s “Find No Enemy” is the 3rd single from his third album “Doublethink”. This song has a very strong anti-racism massage which includes showing how radio “Black Music” only portrays stereotypes and degrades people of color and is used to sell things rather than being an art form.

“A diluted derivative of the culture can be paraded as the culture and then people lose the essence of what it really is and actually think hip-hop is about trying to sell people champagne and jewellery.” — Akala

Enjoy Akala’s “Find No Enemy” Music Video

Akala “Find No Enemy” Lyrics

Akala Doublethink

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Apparently I’m second generation black Caribbean and half white Scottish whatever that means
See lately I feel confused with the boxes,
cause to me all they do is breed conflict,
It not that I’ve lost touch with the reality racism,
sexism and nationality,
Just to me it all seems like insanity,
why must I rob you of your humanity
To feel good about mine,
it’s all about crime dehumanizing is how I justify it,
So I must keep on lying about the history of africa,
so I can live the with massacres and
Repeat my mantra of Muslim and terrorist so I can sleep at night as bombs take flight,
Eyes wide but I’m blind to the sight too busy chasing the perfect life and the working class keep them uneducated
Truly educated men could never be racist, to educate is to draw out what is within are all not the same under the skin,
I got a heart like yours that pumps blood and oxygen and insecurities are a whole lot of them,
I’m scared like you deep down,
I really do care that world is not fair like you,
But I don’t even believe my own prayers like you,
Chasing career going nowhere like you,
Lost in a fog of my own insecurities I hold myself up as a image of purity,
And I judge everybody else by the color of their skin or the size of their wealth
But it’s not good for my health as the only one I ever really judge is myself
The oppressor must suffer like the oppressed though I pretend I’m in control of this mess
By inflating my ego, puffing my chest I see my weakness and need to show strength
For what we think strong is cause if were honest true strength is the strength to be honest
And if I’m honest I am just tired if I’m honest I am just tired,
Tired of everyday filling up my car and knowing that I’m paying for the bombs in Iraq
Tired of pretending like it don’t hurt my heart, of wanting change but not knowing where to start
Tired of listening to all the conditioning and all the forms they have me filling in.
Next time you see what is a thug and despise him, please know I was just like him,
Cause I was like eight the first time I saw crack, same time I first smoked weed chicking on blowbacks,
First time I saw knifes penetrate flesh it was meat cleavers to the back of the head,
As I grew and teenage years passed many more knifes pierced and the shots blast
And I not saying I had the worst upbringing but there a million young men just like me in prison
We complain about racism and elevate clowns with their trousers down swinging their dicks round,
Maybe that is not quite literal but everything they do is just as stereotypical,
To my real fans I feel your pain and I get the messages but don’t complain that we ain’t got more fame for paying our part,

They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts,

Call it black radio don’t make laugh, so is black music all about tits and arse,
You don’t represent nothing your just pretending,
when was the last time you ever played
Hendrix or Miles Davis or John Coultrain or Ele Fitzgerald or Billy Holliday
We can call it urban to me that’s cool if urban means street that means jazz to and rock for that matter
Go ask Mick jagger or Jimmy Page what they were listening to – the blues
Not discrediting love Zeppelin to just giving credit where credit is due
That blood soaked word rappers still use that just shows we still self abuse,
That was the word that was used to kill kelsa, coultrain and emit till
Hat was the word that the conscience eased and made people pleased to hung you from trees
That was the word that let the rips crack no matter what you say you can’t take it back
And I can say their black so I feel their pain easier but 1915 look at armenia,
If the whole world is human stupidity though we choke ourselves to death quite literally
And I can talk with my comfortable mouth, with my comfortable cloths and my comfortable house
The tables will turn, we can but stall them every empire on this earth has fallen
So unless we can find another way maybe not today but it will come one-day,
It may sound like I’m bitter but in-fact truth be told I am quite the opposite,
I wake everyday and am overwhelmed just to be alive and be like no one else
And the sheer weight of the thought of space is enough to keep my little ego in place
All that we chase and try to replace all along it was right in our face,
The only we the only way we can ever change anything is to look in the mirror and find no enemy,
The only way we can ever change anything,
look in the mirror and find no enemy…





Apr 22 2011

Lowkey “Cradle of Civilization” Ft. Mai Khalil—Lyrics & Music Video

Lowkey “Cradle of Civilization” Ft. Mai Khalil

Lowkey “Cradle of Civilization” Ft. Mai Khalil is an anti-war song that strongly implores that we bring Peace to the Middle East and stop U.S. imperialism that has expanded around the world to envelope Iraq and Afghanistan.

Enjoy Lowkey’s “Cradle of Civilization” Music Video.

Lowkey “Cradle of Civilization” Ft. Mai Khalil Lyrics

Lowkey Soundtrack to the Struggle

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If my mother got angry or frustrated with me, she’d say…
…and the basic translation of that is “Oh,how beautiful is freedom”
But where is freedom?
Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying
Where is our freedom?

This is for Baghdad, the place of my mothers birth
The cradle of civilization, for what it’s worth
The land I’ve never the seen, culture I’ve never known
Iraq is in my heart, my blood, my flesh and bones
The air I’ve never breathed, fragrance I’ve never smelled
The pride I never had, the nationality that I never felt
Saddam was bad, are the American’s even more so?
They made me grow like I was missing part of my torso
But I never picked up a grenade in my garden
I never saw people I love die starving
I never saw my family die through many years of sanctions
While the ruler’s family lived in palaces and mansions
Never had a family member kidnapped for a ransom
Never lost a friend to violence that was random
Bombings,occupation,torture,intimidation
A million dead people doesn’t equal liberation

Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying
Listen!
Where is our freedom?

Forget division based on ethnicity or religion
Whether you Sunni, Shia, Kurdish or Christian
Pain is still pain if you’re a person that’s missing
We all deserve a life in this earth that we live in
Is there enough words that can say
How deeply Baghdad is burning today?
And it’s not about pity, hands out or sympathy
It’s about pride, respect, honour and dignity
Babies being born with deformities from uranium
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Those babies aren’t just Iraqi, they’re Mesopotamian
What I view on the news is making me shiver
Cause I look at the victims and see the same face in the mirror
This system of division makes it harder for you and me
Peace is a question, the only answer is unity!
So many dreams about this place that I’ve never seen
The place my family had to leave in the 70’s

Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying
Where is our freedom?

It rains white phosphorus in Fallujah
This is for those that won’t live to see the future
Sorry that I wasn’t there, Sorry that I couldn’t help
I’m sorry for every tear, Sorry you’ve been put through hell
Still I feel like an immigrant,englishman amongst arabs and an arab amongst englishmen
Like I said they never gave me the culture
But they did give me Kubdad Haleb,Hakaka and Dolma
Ana isme Kareem,
Wa ohmre thalatha wa-’ishrun,
Umi min Baghdad, wa abuya min Dover,
And that’s the combination that I carry on my shoulders
Still I rep, till my death, Till they kill and seal my flesh
From now all the way back to Gilgamesh
Such a villianized and criticized nation
You will always be the cradle of civilization

Close my eyes, I can still hear my ummi saying
Where is our freedom?

In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me
In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me
In my sleep, in my dreams Motherland I can still feel you calling me
I can still feel you calling me
I can still feel you calling me



Mar 3 2011

Jim Marrs – Trillion-Dollar Bailout Conspiracy

Jim Marrs is a former newspaper journalist and a best-selling author with focus on conspiracies and cover-ups.

He’s written “Crossfire”, “Alien Agenda”, “Rule by Secrecy” and “The Terror Conspiracy”. His latest books are “The Rise of the Fourth Reich” and “The Trillion-Dollar Conspiracy”.

In this program, Red Ice Radio in Sweden pans across the geopolitical spectrum and discuss criminal banks, how trillions of dollars went down the drain in bailouts, the history of the United States and the emerging global Corporate Socialist Dictatorship (this is a system where profits are privatized and losses are socialized).

Red Ice Radio also talks about the Wikileaks distraction, Julin Assange, the control of the media and the attempts to control the internet.

The TSA are now terrorizing Americans and visiting tourists, haven’t the so called “terrorists” achieved their objective?

Topics discussed: US tax dollars, the creation of money, power, Benjamin Franklin, American Revolution, Boston Tea Party, Knights of the Golden Circle, American Civil War, Financial Stability Board, socializing the banking system, charity & help, corporate control of the media distraction the population, Wikileaks, Julian Assange, control of the Internet, civil war, Abraham Lincoln, Freemasons, Rothschilds and more.

 

The Trillion Dollar Conspiracy by Jim Marrs

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Feb 28 2011

9/11 Terrorist Attacks Truth in 10 Minutes by Jim Marrs

Jim Marrs quickly lays out every main point that demonstrates we should question the official story given for the terrorist attacks on September 11th (9/11) 2001. Including what happened to World Trade Center building 7, why NORAD didn’t stop the planes that where hijacked by terrorists and why that day was chosen for the attack.

 

Jim Marrs the Terror Conspiracy

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