Sampa- the Great
When I found this song on the hype machine, a couple of months ago, I was blown away. Being a woman, when I heard Sampa the great sing bars that soar to dizzy heights-it touched my heart.
She’s an African poet/Artist born in Zambia, and who is based in Sydney, Australia. How cool is that? Poetry fans out there? yeah… it’s good!
She sings about prejudice and insanity/mental health, racism, feminism and how she won’t let anyone dictate what she does, what she wears or how she markets herself.
The song is filled with an Eastern melody that transports me to a place where I would probably find Laurance of Arabia. I feel like I’m in a desert riding a camel, armed with a samurai sword: ready to battle with my words.
She spits/sings about how she will bleed to have her voice heard and she won’t stop being true to herself.
She is a political consciousness hip hop artist with a strong message and a distinct voice that makes you want to know what she is singing about.
This has to be one of the greatest finds of 2018.
Yeah, it’s interesting how one song can have such an impact on mood and can be the one constant – the one element that keeps me going when I feel all is lost.
Sampa- the Great has this innovative and unique way of rapping. She is phenomenal and on point with this song. I can’t think of anything that I dislike about this song. She has passion and it shows. She’s bold and she’s audacious.
There is a connection. It’s important to remind ourselves to pick ourselves up when things go down and we aren’t cool with it. We have no control over other people and Life. This song reminds me that we have a responsibility to ourselves to show people who we are and not take any B/S off anyone.
A stunning second debut from an artist who I am keeping my ears open for new music.
My favourite lyrics from this song talk about depths that I have felt in my life. And the way the words ‘bled blood’ roll off her tongue is just sublime.
Trash, it’s what you know you don’t know
The level of the brain that you’re told you can’t go
The level of insane that you’re told you can’t show
The level of insane that they’re sure that I know
Four million spans ago a waste man
Told me of the limits he thinks that I am
I’ve moved mountains know that I can
I’ve healed souls I know that I am
I bleed bled blood but I breathe bad blood
Badabing breath blood but I bring black back
Blessed, blow a breeze through my chest
Blessed, and before I forget