In this music video, spoken-word artist Lyla June offers a poetic reflection on time and the wisdom needed to care for future generations. To learn more, check out the video on https://emergencemagazine.org/
Lyla June - Writer and Musician
Desirae Harp - Additional Vocals
Adam Loften - Director and Editor
Emmanuel Vaughan-Lee - Producer
Judah Kerr - Beat Producer
Jason Joseffer - Director of Photography
Time traveler running faster. Warrior is born. Battle to be won. Past trauma, future hurt. I’m a child of the dirt and I'm ready to give birth. Planting a dream. Panting, I breathe. Running towards the future with a handful of seeds. Stronger than greed. I am stronger than hate. I stand under the shade of trees planted so long ago. A product of ancestral love, I’m here because my elders danced in the sun. They would give it all up for us and from day one it was practiced like religion to prepare for the ones to come. We are here to give all our love to the ones unborn. But this is insane. Living for fame. Living for the next quarter, profits and gains. You forgot love. You forgot truth. You forgot how to live for a time beyond you. It’s not about you. It’s not about you. It’s about the song that is traveling through. It travels through time. Singers will die but the song lives on through matrilineal lines. We are here to give all our love to the ones unborn. Open your eyes. Open your heart. Draining aquifers before they can recharge. We’re not in charge. Nature’s in charge. Look to the stars remember who you are. Stay humble or fall. We don’t know it all. And we are not exempt from natural law. Live selfishly and the structure will fall. But if we live for those unborn then the song will go on. So before you take a book off the shelf, take a look inside yourself. Answers come to you at light speed. I’m searching for knowledge I can’t find on a newsfeed. Knowledge found through intuition. Knowledge found through fasting and dancing. This ain’t superstition. It’s ancestral tradition. Throw me the spear of wisdom— sharpened and sunlit. I’m giving my life to the oneness. I’m a warrior. I’m sun-kissed. I’m armed but I’m harmless. Protecting cycles of rain and cycles of snow. Fighting for children whose names I will never know. I look up and read the messages written all across the sky. Messages telling us that it’s time to evolve or die. It’s time to live this life right. So that when our children look back, they look back with pride.