This is a real family story about my granny who lived to be 103. This song is a perfect example of how a lot of the samples Arkatype chose informed the lyrical concepts for the majority of these tracks. In this sample you can hear the woman pleading to God, "Oh, Lord, don't drive your child away..."
lyrics
"The Colored"
I remember the year was 1917.
I remember that at the time that I was 17.
My daddy was a farmer, mama raised us young.
I was the seventh daughter and the baby 'til they had two sons.
I reckoned my daddy could box a tornado and when the fight.
He'd work with all his might on our land and played with us every night.
That year, he prayed the same prayer every day and God heard it,
'cuz he blessed our family with the tools to make our harvest perfect.
Each day, my daddy gave it all he had without a rest / stop.
Harvest came, and in all of Oklahoma, we had the best crops.
Then, one night I woke up finding everything we owned in flames.
In jealousy, some white folks decided to take it all away.
I hugged my daddy crying and said, "it's like these white people don't want us to have anything."
And I remember that he was speechless.
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