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B. B. King, 1983

Why I sing the Blues https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJrZ1LA OLYQ

Everybody wants to know Why I sing the blues

Yes, I say everybody wanna know Why I sing the blues

Well, I've been around a long time I really have paid my dues

When I first got the blues

They brought me over on a ship Men were standing over me And a lot more with a whip

And everybody wanna know Why I sing the blues

Well, I've been around a long time Mm, I've really paid my dues

I've laid in a ghetto flat Cold and numb

I heard the rats tell the bedbugs To give the roaches some Everybody wanna know

Why I'm singing the blues

Yes, I've been around a long time People, I've paid my dues

I stood in line

Down at the County Hall

I heard a man say, "We're gonna build Some new apartments for y'all"

And everybody wanna know Yes, they wanna know

Why I'm singing the blues

Yes, I've been around a long, long time Yes, I've really, really paid my dues

Now I'm gonna play Lucille

My kid's gonna grow up Gonna grow up to be a fool

'Cause they ain't got no more room No more room for him in school And everybody wanna know Everybody wanna know

Why I'm singing the blues

I say I've been around a long time Yes, I've really paid some dues

Yeah, you know the company told me Guess you're born to lose

Everybody around me, people

It seems like everybody got the blues But I had 'em a long time

I've really, really paid my dues

You know I ain't ashamed of it, people I just love to sing my blues

I walk through the cities, people On my bare feet

I had a fill of catfish and chitterlings Up and down Beal Street

You know I'm singing the blues Yes, I really

I just have to sing my blues I've been around a long time

People, I've really, really paid my dues

Now Father Time is catching up with me Gone is my youth

I look in the mirror everyday And let it tell me the truth I'm singing the blues

Mm, I just have to sing the blues I've been around a long time

Yes, yes, I've really paid some dues

Yeah, they told me everything Would be better out in the country Everything was fine

I caught me a bus uptown, baby And every people, all the people Got the same trouble as mine

I got the blues, huh huh

I say I've been around a long time I've really paid some dues

One more time, fellows!

Blind man on the corner Begging for a dime

The rollers come and caught him And throw him in the jail for a crime

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I got the blues

Mm, I'm singing my blues I've been around a long time

Mm, I've really paid some dues Can we do just one more?

Oh I thought I'd go down to the welfare To get myself some grits and stuff

But a lady stand up and she said

"You haven't been around long enough" That's why I got the blues

Mm, the blues

I say, I've been around a long time I've really, really paid my dues

Fellows, tell them one more time

Ha, ha, ha That's all right, fellows Yeah!

Songwriters: B.B. King / Dave Clark

Why I Sing the Blues lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Aretha Franklin Respect, 1967

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FOUqQt 3Kg0

What you want Baby, I got it What you need

Do you know I got it? All I'm askin'

Is for a little respect when you get home (just a little bit)

Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home (Just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)

I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone Ain't gonna do you wrong 'cause I don't wanna All I'm askin'

Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)

Baby (just a little bit) when you get home (just a little bit)

Yeah (just a little bit)

I'm about to give you all of my money And all I'm askin' in return, honey

Is to give me my propers

When you get home (just a, just a, just a, just a) Yeah, baby (just a, just a, just a, just a)

When you get home (just a little bit) Yeah (just a little bit)

Ooh, your kisses Sweeter than honey And guess what?

So is my money

All I want you to do for me

Is give it to me when you get home (re, re, re, re)

Yeah baby (re, re, re, re)

Whip it to me (respect, just a little bit) When you get home, now (just a little bit) R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Find out what it means to me R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Take care, TCB

Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)

A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)

Whoa, babe (just a little bit)

A little respect (just a little bit) I get tired (just a little bit) Keep on tryin' (just a little bit)

You're runnin' out of fools (just a little bit) And I ain't lyin' (just a little bit)

(Re, re, re, re) when you come home (Re, re, re, re) 'spect

Or you might walk in (respect, just a little bit) And find out I'm gone (just a little bit)

Songwriters: Otis Redding

Respect lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group

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Dr. Feelgood, 1967 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d- 2I1JKwIzo

I don't want nobody, Always Sittin' around me and my man I don't want nobody, Always Sittin' right there

Lookin' at me and that man

Be it my mother, my brother or my sister Would you believe, I'll get up, put on some clothes Go out and help you find somebody for dissolving that pain, Yes I will

Now I don't mind company Because company's alright with me Every once in a while,

Yes it is, ah

I tell you I don't mind company Because company's alright with me Every once in a while,

Yeah

But oh, when me and that man get to lovin' I tell you girls

I dig you but I just don't have time

To sit and chit and sit and chit-chat and smile

Don't send me no doctor

Fillin' me up with all of those pills

I got me a man named Doctor Feelgood

And oh, yeah, that man takes me off all o' my pains and my ills

His name is Doctor Feelgood in the mornin' And taking care of business Is really this man's gain

And after one visit to Doctor Feelgood You'll understand why Feelgood is his name Oh, yeah, oh good God of mine

And the man sure makes me feel real, good Songwriters: Aretha Franklin / Ted White

Dr. Feelgood (Love Is a Serious Business) lyrics

Tupac

Changes, 1992/1998 https://www.bing.com/search?q=changes+tup ac&qs=ONR&pq=changes+&sk=ONR6&sc=8- 8&cvid=92E88769398F4E488B4B23A3047790E

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Come on come on

I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth living should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro Pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero

Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares One less hungry mouth on the welfare

First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal the brothers Give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other It's time to fight back that's what Huey said Two shots in the dark now Huey's dead I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere Unless we share with each other We gotta start makin' changes Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers And that's how it's supposed to be

How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? I'd love to go back to when we played as kids But things changed, and that's the way it is

That's just the way it is Things will never be the same That's just the way it is

Aww yeah

That's just the way it is Things will never be the same That's just the way it is

Aww yeah

I see no changes all I see is racist faces Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races

We under I wonder what it takes to make this One better place, let's erase the wasted

Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right 'Cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight And only time we chill is when we

kill each other It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other And although it seems heaven sent We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact

The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks But some things will never change

Try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game Now tell me what's a mother to do Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you You gotta operate the easy way "I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way

Sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid, " Well hey, well that's the way it is

That's just the way it is Things will never be the same That's just the way it is

Aww yeah

That's just the way it is Things will never be the same That's just the way it is

Aww yeah

We gotta make a change It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.

Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live And let's change the way we treat each other. You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do What we gotta do, to survive.

And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace It's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs So the police can bother me And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, Crack you up and pimp smack you up You gotta learn to hold ya own

They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone But tell the cops they can't touch this I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool My mama didn't raise no fool

And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped And I never get to lay back 'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs Some buck that I

roughed up way back Comin' back after all these years Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

That's just the way it is Things will never be the same That's just the way it is

Aww yeah

That's just the way it is Things will never be the same That's just the way it is

Aww yeah

Some things will never change

Songwriters: Bruce Hornsby / Tupac Amaru Shakur / Deon Evens

Say It Loud - I'm Black and I'm Proud [Live In Dallas]

James Brown August 1968

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0A_N- wmiMo

Uh! Your bad self!

Say it loud! I'm black and I'm proud Say it louder! I'm black and I'm proud Look a-here!

Some people say we got a lot of malice, some say it's a lotta nerve

But I say we won't quit movin' until we get what we deserve

We've been buked and we've been scourned We've been treated bad, talked about as sure as you're born

But just as sure as it take two eyes to make a pair, huh!

Brother we can't quit until we get our share

Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud

One more time, say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud, huh!

I've worked on jobs with my feet and my hands But all the work I did was for the other man And now we demands a chance to do things for ourselves

We tired of beatin' our head against the wall An' workin' for someone else

Say it loud! I'm black and I'm proud Say it loud! I'm black and I'm proud Say it loud! I'm black and I'm proud

Say it loud! I'm black and I'm proud, oh!

Ooh-wee, you're killin' me Alright, uh, you're out of sight!

Alright, so tough you're tough enough! Ooh-wee uh! you're killin' me! oow!

Say it loud! I'm black and I'm proud Say it louder! I'm black and I'm proud

Now we demand a chance to do things for ourselves

We tired of beatin' our heads against the wall And workin' for someone else look a-here

There's one thing more I got to say right here Now, now we're people, we're like the birds and the bees We rather die on our feet than keep livin' on our knees

Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud huh! Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud huh! Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord-a

Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud, ooh!

Uh! alright now, good God

You know we can do the boogaloo

Songwriters: James Brown / Alfred James Ellis