“To make sense of life, Jamila Woods studied the wisdom of her ancestors, synthesized it into poetry, and scored it with music. The result is “Legacy! Legacy!,” an astounding, soul-nurturing album that became even more fulfilling when she performed it at a sold-out Union Stage on Tuesday night.”
“Black is like the magic, and magic’s like a spell,” sings Jamila Woods, her voice a lilting smirk. That’s the opening lyric on the wobbly “Vry Blk,” a song that embodies all the charms of her debut album, “Heavn,” as she repurposes the playground rhymes of “Mary Mack” and “Miss Susie” into a hymn against police brutality — a disarming tactic that speaks to the young Chicagoan’s songwriting acumen.
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