Lawd knows if I could – I would. I can’t, but ever since I heard this joint back in the day, I felt it, felt it deep down in my soul.
I hear the work song, the crack of the whip, the holla, the praise shout, the squeal, the love that can’t be concealed.
I feel the ache, the yearning to breathe free, the faith that hate reduced. The yearning, relieved by a hope, a divine faith, in something, anything – that might save us.
This song, perhaps.