As some of y’all may know, I went to a couple of Reef the Lost Cauze shows (I can’t help it. I’m a fan).
At the end of the last show I got the ‘A Vicious Cycle’ album (2008) on which I first heard this track. It blew me away.
Before hearing this song I had never heard of Nat Turner (except for a little name drop here and there). In the Netherlands, where I’m from, they don’t really teach you anything about slavery, except for the fact that it happened and slaves were treated inhumane. Of course I did a little bit of research by myself over the years, but after hearing this track I felt the urge to look up Nat Turner and his legacy. While reading the information the internet provided, I realized that to me, this track truly is an inspiring story about a man, not just fighting for freedom, but fighting for the freedom of his fellow man.
I would like to thank Reef for this track. He managed to tickle my curiosity through which I did my research. In other words; he stimulated me to explore and learn.
And isn’t that a big and beautiful part of rap and Hip Hop Culture? Telling story’s, teach the eager listeners something they didn’t know before or even more so; stimulating people to actually do research and think for themselves.
Reef, if you will ever read this, I would like to say; you ain’t a rapper. You’re an artist and a true emcee.
In 1831, a slave named Nat Turner saw a vision in the sun,
that he took as a sign from God to start a revolution and set his people free.
Over 3 days he started what would become the biggest rebellion in US slave history,
yet his story has never been told.
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Here I stand, a man not free
Whip markers on my back, shackles on both feet
Picking cotton in the stone heat
Played along my soul keep for one day he came and told me
In the year of 1831 I awoke at dawn
To see his vision in the sun
It seemed that the clouds parted tippling off his tongue
And he said “My son, the revolution has begun”
And with that, I knew the message was clear;
Kill the suppressor who kept us in prison for years
Raped our women in laughter and tears
Made us build their meal while they sit back in their chairs
Late night, I plot with my peers, we build weapons
No guns, we must slice them from neck to the ears
With spears, so they can hear
The pain of a people who are God’s creation, not theirs
I’m the one that they don’t teach you in class about
I’m the one who ran up in the master’s house
Put a knife to his neck and then gagged his mouth
Charged him for black murder, I’m Nat Turner
Through the darkness, we march like hellions
They called it a massacre, I call a rebellion
We moved quickly, with no time to spare
Blood loss, leave no life to spare
Women and children neither
After we freed our brothers we burned down the house to ensure no survivors
A horseback we rode, blood dripping from the hooves
Head out ’till dawn, resist in the woods
Then we attack again, ravish them
The braids slashed against the master’s plastic skin
The murder was so passionate
Screaming to the heavens, we would never ever go back again
Word began to spread, up the violent mall
That wolf walked the wicked into the side of God
This was where the demise begins
It was written in my tan, we all need to come to a violent end
After two days of non-stop action we rested
In the back-roads of the (?) guided by the night crescent
It was here I began to fight my confessions
Before I knew it was only a matter of time ‘fore they catch us
A house nigger got scared, ran to the county building
Told them our whereabouts, then they beat him ’till they killed him
In the starry night I saw the flames from the distance
Attacked us while we slept, but this time we’re different
We fought back
But the slaves told me the revolution would only stop if they caught Nat
So again on horseback I rode, negate the chase
Caught up with me eventually, had to face fate
They hung me, skinned me, kept my head as a souvenir
Beat slaves to death cause they were consumed with fear
That the uprising of blacks would happen, and attacked further
Because of the name Nat Turner