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Curtis Mayfield - The Kings of Hip Hop - We the People Who Are Darker Than Blue
The Kings of Hip Hop
Disc 1
01. Mister Magic (single version)
02. Skin Tight (single version)
03. Ain’t No Half Steppin’
04. The Message From the Soul Sisters, Parts 1 & 2
05. Love Ballad
06. Sweet Thing (album version)
07. I Put a Spell on You
08. Q (album version)
09. We the People Who Are Darker Than Blue
10. Walkin’ in the Sun
11. Try a Little Tenderness
12. In the Midnight Hour
13. Bring It on Home to Me
14. Men Are Getting Scarce
15. Don’t Explain (album version)
Disc 2
01. THINGTRO
02. Sound Bwoy Burreill
03. I Got Cha Opin
04. Fakin Jax
05. The Bizness
06. Skinz
07. SH.FE.MC’s
08. Mic Checka (remix)
09. Brooklyn Zoo
10. Shimmy, Shimmy Ya
11. Microphone Fiend (album version)
12. Get on Down
13. Punks Jump Up to Get Beat Down
14. Fakin’ the Funk
15. A Chorus Line 2000 (remix)
16. Peace Is Not the Word to Play
17. Set It Off
We people who are darker than blue
Are we gonna stand around this town
And let what others say come true?
We're just good for nothing they all figure

A boyish, grown up, shiftless jigger
Now we can't hardly stand for that
Or is that really where it's at?

We people who are darker than blue
This ain't no time for segregatin'
I'm talking 'bout brown and yellow too
High yellow girl, can't you tell?
You're just the surface of our dark deep well

If your mind could really see
You'd know your color the same as me
Pardon me, brother, as you stand in your glory
I know you won't mind if I tell the whole story

Get yourself together, learn to know your side
Shall we commit our own genocide
Before you check out your mind?

I know we've all got problems
That's why I'm here to say
Keep peace with me and I with you
Let me love in my own way

Now I know we have great respect
For the sister and mother it's even better yet
But there's the joker in the street

Loving one brother and killing the other
When the time comes and we are really free
There'll be no brothers left you see

We people who are darker than blue
Don't let us hang around this town
And let what others say come true
We're just good for nothing they all figure

A boyish, grown up, shiftless jigger
Now we can't hardly stand for that
Or is that really where it's at?

Pardon me, brother, while you stand in your glory
I know you won't mind if I tell the whole story
Pardon me, brother, I know we've come a long, long way
But let us not be so satisfied for tomorrow can be an
An even brighter day