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Racism has been an albatross around the necks of Americans for centuries now! Imagine that something as heinous as the pain and suffering that comes as a result of skin color hatred is still occurring in the 21st century! Baffling? Yep. And, because it is an age-old collective disorder we suffer with, there has been much written on the subject. There have been plays, movies, TV series, books, spoken word performances, poems, even pantomimes on the subject of racism and the incredible damage it causes the human spirit. Yes, everyone is affected by the ugliness caused by generational hatred.

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One of the most fascinating spoken word artist, the spoken word “OG” and guru to many rappers, was the eloquent, dynamic, straight shooter, Gil Scott-Heron. Gil is the godfather of rap, conscious rap! Below, you’ll find the words to one of his best known spoken word pieces, “Winter In America”. No further description is necessary, because, believe me, it speaks for itself. After listening to this video, read up on this awesome, courageous wordsmith. And, know that his courage did not come without a price. For me, and many of my generation, in spite of his addictions, Gil Scott Heron was a hero. Hey, it’s even a part of  his name…

WINTER IN AMERICA words by Gil Scott Heron & music by Brian Jackson

From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Looking for the rain

Just like the cities staggered on the coastline
Living in a nation that just can’t stand much more
Like the forest buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow

And now it’s winter
Winter in America
Yes and all of the healers have been killed
Or sent away, yeah
But the people know, the people know
It’s winter
Winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
‘Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your soul, Lord knows
From Winter in America

The Constitution
A noble piece of paper
With free society
Struggled but it died in vain
And now Democracy is ragtime on the corner (Unemployed)
Hoping for some rain
Looks like it’s hoping
Hoping for some rain

And I see the robins
Perched in barren treetops
Watching last-ditch racists marching across the floor
But just like the peace sign that vanished in our dreams
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow

And now it’s winter
It’s winter in America
And all of the healers have been killed
Or been betrayed
Yeah, but the people know, people know
It’s winter, Lord knows
It’s winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your souls
From Winter in America

And now it’s winter
Winter in America
And all of the healers done been killed or sent away
Yeah, and the people know, people know
It’s winter
Winter in America
And ain’t nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
And ain’t nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows, nobody knows
And ain’t nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save

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