It reminds of you an Afro-peruvian song about death. A slave boy dies and is thrown on the flat bed of an improvised tricycle made to be a funeral vehicle. His feet hang off the edge and bounce up and down on his way to the burial. His mother is crying hysterically so is every one else.
However a contrasting element is also present, one that doesn't fit in. The boy's mother begins to move her hips to a rhythm. People noticed it and cheer her on, "Cry on, cry on black woman, cry it out and but keep moving those hips". She cries to mourn the death of her baby boy; she dances because death is better than slavery.
In more contemporary context remix Mike might the boy's name.
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