Gil Scott Heron is called the 'Father of RAP' He and the midnight Band in the 1970's were ahead of their Time,Political and Funky Music all rolled into one.He always seemd serious. And was a fearless artist in the Black power Movement.His Unique Tenor is an intereting pitch caught somewhre in a third blues tone and sounds almost Untempered.He alway's has an urgent pleading Quality to him with a sad over tone.I remember alway's being surprized when he sang Ballads as they were rounded to pefect tenderness. He was alway's right on Pitch right on Key.Brian Jackson His Keyboard Player was somwhat of a Master of Originality in his own right.The Glue that held the Magic Beauty together.After that Era and much Praise Mr.Scott fell out of sight and into obscurity,arrest's of Drug busts, and Jail time seemsd to keep repeating themselves in his life like a scratched record stuck going nowhere.It wasnt until the arrests and his weathered Face and slim frame came to newspapers looking like a man much older (suposedly from the Glass pipe)did he make a bit of a Comeback and this generation was able to up lift him, and become uplifted by his wonderful work.This is a bit of a tribute to the one and only mr. Gil Scott Heron the Father of Rap.
I remember the day’s when Gil Scott Sang about The haves an have Nots
Ready to pull a coat an fire a shot!
The Days were ‘’Winter in America ‘’ the Time was N O W
‘’The Midnight Band’’ was a Band of Gypsy’s Runnin with Hendrix an Buddy miles for day’s on end in the hope of Revolution…
But then was then
an was is now
regressed backward to no words of LOVE
no Progress
John an Yoko
stayed Dressed
No Musical Experiment.
Complacent request is the guest
that stayed to long
to forewarn any one who wants
Forward
or hears the song of what was
has gone …
War’s as soft on the head as TV Commercials
The Dead not even a Memory
Sociality an Poetry is Pain
With no Gain.
Shredded, Dreaded, in the arms,
and minds
of so called ‘’Fiends’’that see
A Blood an a ink Tattoo that says
‘’No EXIT’’
in Swirling pipe Smoke
in the dead of night.
Pussy an Crack is a hell of a Plight!
Smoke stitch the lungs together
with nothing Clever
with skull an cross bones …
Gil Scott is Not Gone
don’t feel sorry for his Youthful Scars,
his Song’s of Might
Clarity of sight.
When he saw men \\\''livin in the bottle runnin scared…\\\''
Poets
like Huey P
have the need to ease their mind to deal with the sanity of accepted insanity. poets have to ease their mind
when events entwine their rhymes right
become wrong
Worn Rhythms out lived lack of change.
and BLACK became the NAME
C.O.I.N.T.E.LP.R.O
DO NOT PASS GO!
\\\''Movements\\\'' have no Regular Folk?
people were infiltrated experiments in Social Chaos
on the Forward
on the life line
on the be on time
On The Welfare Line. poets have to ease their mind
When there is no Harvest of Trust
nothing to pick and watch grow
or see the Colors of the bitter taste of Victory won by the People poets have to ease their mind
When understanding the world is a simplistic
infantile oxymoron called ‘’a Leader ‘’
Who trains Blind Society to see thing’s his way.
As People ‘’snort’’ and ‘’moo’’ along footsteps
of wasted Time of a Hateful Past. poets have to ease their mind
When Commercialism
and Materialism is everything Beautiful.
Where people are Judged by how many arrests,
Chains, and Bars imprison one
to Self Measurement.
Don’t feel sorry for Gil Scott the poet
nor the Label
’’ the Father of RAP ‘’the First poet in the Company of the Last poets
Gil Scott is watching from a height of Understanding
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