Poetic Obituaries: Over a bare-boned rhythm, [James] Brown shouted:

I worked on a job with my feet and my hands
But all the work I did was for the other man
Now we demand a chance to do things for ourself
We're tired of beatin' our head against the wall and workin' for someone else

It was incendiary stuff, and it attracted black rebels even as white radio programmers backed away.

from Reason Magazine: Father of Funk: The life and afterlife of James Brown

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