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Profile Edited by MPS MySpace Editor 2.0A SINGER CAN’T By Margaret Rose 26-03-06I always wanted to be a singer Yes that was my dream.. But somehow I got lost Somewhere in betweenPushed by the forces of life and it’s flows my dream to sing Where it goes Heaven knowsWhitney, Mariah, Toni Sade All of them inspiring to me in their own wayBut now Im learning the truth A singer I may never be For a singer can’t sing the words that will set you freeIm learning more and more with every passing day A singer can’t sing the words I have to saySo much respect to Tupac, Biggy and JayZ I never thought I would be rappin Don’t have your pedigree I’m certainly not trying to be what I’m not I’m just speaking these words And it came out hip hopYou see I’m from the Caribbean The Isle of sea and sun Steel pan and kaiso For that we are number oneAfrica I am India I be Two Halves of the whole Inside of meBut my story is the same as yours Though we may look different And come from different shores… It’s the story of shared struggle, shared pain and history They made slaves of your papas Just like they did to meAnd there’s power in this knowledge That we come from a shared past Takes us just that step further To our future… at lastFor we all are one No matter what we do They tried so hard to separate us From each other From the truthThat we were Kings and Queens Ruling in our day More wealthy than the scavenger traders That we let come our way From Akhenaton to Shaka Zulu Imhotep to Selassie No greater rulers were there With wisdom and integrityAnd all great nations were built By the sweat of our ancestors Their industries flourished While our identity splinteredSo you see I can’t sing About sex, hoes and bling When my people have been stripped Of every single thing That unites us That teaches us Who we really are We’re Not the hoodlums in the Bronx Or the pimps behind the barIm learning more and more every day A singer can’t sing the words I want to sayThe way Today We all live a life so enriching a future so fulfilling because of my people’s toilingElevators invented by Alexander Mills And if it weren’t for our black brothers Cars wouldn’t be going up hillsAir conditioning and Heat They all came from our street From Fred Jones and Alice Parker And We got the lamp from Lewis LattimerThey say we’re unkempt Why don’t we tidy our clothes Their ironing board, and their clothes dryer our people invented those!Why don’t we teach this in our schools Make our young minds yearn So that our hearts would be inspired By the Truth that we will learnSo that we will lift our heads high And appease our quiet fury As we are taught That our past is so much more than slaveryAnd so you see Where’s the hope for me… I thought one day I’d be a singer Belting out R&BBut my words were drowned out By the sweet melodies And my ever increasing need to please Until one day I stopped And I smiled as I knew I’d never be able to sing these words to you…SO until I find a producer With the rhythm and the beat That could turn my words of prose Into melodies so sweetUntil I can capture My spirit in a song In the iambic pentameter And not sound all wrong Im learning more and more everyday That a singer can’t sing the words I want to say…