sometimes we dreamers just get in the way

Then I learned to play some lead guitar, I was underage in this funky bar
And I stepped outside to smoke myself a J
When I come back to the room, everybody just seemed to move
And I turned my amp up loud and I began to play

It was late in the evening, and I blew that room away

Od nilmad lichyot beyachad ben chorshot atzey zetim
We will learn to live together between the grove of olive trees

A l l s l i p a w a y


the mental war
segregation
still creates in me
isolation
though rooted deep in our history
without each other
we can't be free
my song sings a dream
and words of hope
but my voice alone
can't reach the power
of others and the realization
that we are all one planet
one creation
So when you come to my door
My hand is yours no matter what creed
Your beauty is in your mind not your skin
and your color is no matter
for the grace you show is born in your soul
to overcome is our ambition and wish
to loosen the strain of the clenching fist

set the hatred on fire
and bring warmth and unity
to all humanity

Daddy says
the world is drum tight and hard
and I say
I'm gonna beat out my own rhythm

-Nikki Giovanni