I heard this Jazz/Rap piece today called Where Y'all At ? by Wynton Marsalis, and while the musical style is all Marsalis, the lyrics take me back to Gil Scott Heron's spoken word style of the 1970's. Gil would be calling everyone out regardless of which side of the street they lived on.


You got to speak the language the people
Are speakin'

Specially when you see the havoc it's wreakin'
Even the rap game started out critiquin'
Now it's all about killing and freakin'

All you '60s radicals and world beaters
Righteous revolutionaries and Camus readers
Liberal students and equal rights pleaders
What's goin' on now that y'all are the leaders

Where y'all at? (That's what I'm talkin' about)
Where y'all at? (Where y'all at?)
Where y'all at?
Where y'all at? (Lord have mercy)

Don't turn up your nose
It's us that's stinkin'
And it all can't be blamed on the party
Of Lincoln
The left and the right got the country sinkin'
Knocked the scales from Justice hand and
Set her eyes a-blinkin'

All you patriots, compatriots, and true
Blue believers
Brilliant thinkers and overachievers
All you "when I was young
We were so naïve'ers
Y'all started like Eldridge and now
You're like Beaver

Where y'all at?
Where y'all at?
Where y'all at?
Where y'all at?

We supposed to symbolize freedom and pride
But we got scared after King and the
Kennedys died
We take corruption and graft in stride
Sittin' around like owls talkin' 'bout "WHO?
Who lied?"

All you po' folks victims of rich folks game
All you rich folks gettin' ripped off in the
Same name
All you gossips cacklin' "It's a dirty shame"
And whistle blowers cryin' 'bout who's to blame

Where y'all at?
Where y'all at?
Where y'all at?
Where y'all at?

Well, it ain't about black and it ain't about
The white
They'll get together to make your pocket light.
When you just keep on payin' do your jaws
Get tight?
Taxes, that's your real inalienable right

All you afro-wearers and barbershop experts
Cultists, sectarians, political disconcerts
Big baggy pants wearers with the long
White T-shirts
The good man that counter what the
Bad man asserts

Where y'all at?
Where y'all at?
Where y'all at?
Where y'all at?

After 9/11 the whole world
Was ready to love us
Now everybody can't wait to rub us
We runnin' all over the world with a blunderbuss
And the Constitution all but forgot in the fuss

All you feminists and mothers, fathers
And brothers
I guess you'd pimp your daughters if you
Had your druthers
All you "It's not me" it's always others
You watch the crimes, you close your shutters

Folks watchin' Fox and CNN News
Seekin' a cure for the Red, White, and Blues
Well, it won't matter which side you choose
If we end up payin' international dues

All you "In my day it used to be" frauds
All you "So what"s and "Leave it to the Lawd"s
All you "I'll just deal with whatever cards"
All you extend adolescent American Bards

Where y'all at?
Where y'all at?
Where y'all at?
Where y'all at?


Where Y'all At?
Wynton Marsalis