Big Energy

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Here we are, uh

Portrait of Dick Gregory

The myth, the legendly mister

You gotta listen to this shit carefully

'Cause comedy's a therapy, comfort in that's

That I know somebody there for me

To provide, revive

Like a paramedic puttin' air in me

In the face of scarcity, legacy

Breathe

Stand up, handle a set like it's leg day

Drop the gym, still stand up, know where the dead lay

Shed light back on them bones just like a x-ray

Teach you how to fight for your life and a Fed case

'Bout to get heavy, hope you ready, go get your neck brace

And try and fit his entire life inside your headspace

Born is St. Louis, moved to Illinois to student

Came up to Chicago for professional comic pursuance

Told jokes in the army, not your average

Amish mommy-approved type of content he was doin'

More complimentary to the movement and the times

When **** still had a line

Started to get some shine around 1959

And the 1960s is when he really was in his prime

Had a great play in the Playboy, even ended up in Times

Wrote **** in '64 and then wrote many more

Extending proficiency to flip obscenity to lore

The war wasn't ignored, he consistently objected

Political activism, where his energy would be continuously directed

Ethics hunger strikes, had methods of going the extra mile

To make sure civil right's respected

Even ran for president, evidently wasn't elected

That's just evidence that he'll put his flesh where his intellect is

See, that's Gregory

Use a microphone like it's weaponry

Really got eclectic in the 70's

Advocated for nutrition very heavily

Practiced doing fasting quite regularly

Treated eating like it's something medically

Bahamian diet drink, wrote the recipe

One time, made his own money like the Treasury

In summary, his life was quite fascinating

From the Iran hostage crisis to Kennedy assassinations

He was there, present in probably every affair

From Selma to telling Kentucky Fried treat their chickens with care

Rare, yeah

So please don't forget him

The more that you dig, the more you gon' dig him

He'll break you out your prison

I ain't sayin' he religion

But all school books should have a little Dick in 'em

That Gregory

Treat the microphone like it's weaponry

Hope he restin' somewhere very heavenly

Glad to be a part of his pedigree

Lupe on the mic, you know I set you free

Beam it right into your mind like telepathy

Grab you by the spine, make you step with me

Let's do it one time for the legendary

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