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Home Feat. Cam Be

from Die Wurzel by Neak

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    Celebrate the one-year anniversary of Neak’s 'Die Wurzel' album on vinyl, widely respected as one of his greatest works, by acquiring this rare piece of art. It's a raw, unhinged portrayal of American truth. At its core, the album delves into the past and present day challenges African-American’s face within the complexities of our society. This album explores black life from 1619 to the present, prompting reflection on the black American experience with compassion and sensitivity. Interwoven with the essence of gospel, soul, jazz, funk, and rap—this album offers an intellectual, witty, and soulful journey through black urban society.

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lyrics

Neak (verse 1):
Home.....what it look like, they say it’s inside I roam, I know my grandmas outside of em lost can't phone recalling the past gone, only vision is psalms, preachers, evangelists, scriptures in psalms, unknown.....beyond the pews identities fused, slave ships Atlantic cruise, ancestors refused they freedom what did we lose, y’all?.....I say we lost more than any could see see the treatment not equal all, see us....pull up police called, flip side some shoot out with they brothers police stall, all...in...all it’s brings to question what evolved, we can’t accept another century of being lost people, what I thirst for I can’t find it on the steeple, this crucifixion, not in religion, past the pores, it’s skin deep to the core, that’s I can no longer ignore....who am I beloved.....not quite sure.....

Cam Be (chorus):
How do I love you when you don’t love me…
What is freedom, if we really ain’t free…
I say home…is where the hatred is…
Maybe this…maybe this…maybe this ain’t home…

Neak (verse 2):
Home......loving self as I see it Leone....diamond, worshiping external my throne I find this known, to be a truth that’s homegrown hysteria on, when we arrive looking fresher than a Kanye clone, realize this is set on stone heart made of stone, nothing bout me say love, my complexion is black we on the covers of magazines loved for our talent but our soul disowned, I get it Nina Simone, we are gifted black youngins blinded, my white homie could go back about seven generations in no time and I can’t envision past one-two uncles, old-timers, history Alzheimer’s when trying vision the past, kind of hard to see it of you’ve never seen it, it’s like darkness all around yesteryear scenic, not, I wish it was, cause I trade it all for it, no vision for my lineage cause I ain’t even know it.

Cam Be (chorus):
How do I love you when you don’t love me…
What is freedom, if we really ain’t free…
I say home…is where the hatred is…
Maybe this…maybe this…maybe this ain’t home….

(excerpt):
If you’re looking at Rembrandt, you’re looking at Leonardo, you’re looking at all these people….(muffled)...all the figures in those paintings are white…and for a long time, that doesn’t matter, because those artists are who they are and the work is magnificent with those figures, but when you wanna do representation yourself, you have to come up against the notion, that figures that look like you, are not represented, in the pantheon of great paintings, except as peripheral, or exceptional kinds of images, and so for me as an African-American artist, I wanna see images of black people, central to the pictorial strategy of the work, and not just occasionally, I wanna see em all the time.

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from Die Wurzel, released February 27, 2023
Produced by Neak.

Slot-A (keys, organ, synthesizer)

Jeremy K. Jones (bass guitar)

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Neak Chicago, Illinois

If your father performed alongside Funk & Soul legends like James Brown & Sam Cooke, chances are being a product of your environment meant only one thing; following the path of musicianship set directly before him. Chicago-based Hip-Hop rapper and producer Neak draws vivid verbal portraits which find inspiration in the spirit of U.S. black culture and his own deep-seating personal experiences. ... more

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