I am more then straightened hair
more then sun toasted skin
sweet as the chocalate emulation
I am more then just a different style
a new look unindentifiable to your people
A style that embodies the rythmic beat of my music
I am more then raw talent to make economic gains from in which you spend exploiting me like that of the labor of my ancestors
spent like the light of the passing sun
i am more then just a different pigment
that makes you the mask of an amicable person
so intune with the plites of different peole
this you embrace is the worn face of diversity
i am more then just dreams
a dream of the very stars put into heaven by my God
A dream only unattainable against all the pure faces you put infront of me
This is more then a struggle, more then a fight, more then you expression of freedom
This is life a life choosen by the good lord for me, for you my bretheren.
A life mad by ignorance, the glistening sword of hate, the virus of money implemented by selfishness
No, no I am the sunkissed skin of the laborers of my ancestors
Working, working against the swettering sun
Feeding the land of milk and honey
making prosper grow
I am the blood that filll the lungs of America
Taken by evil
Taken by ignorance
Taken, Taken , Taken and then thrown away
Like the scraps off the table thrown to homless emaciated dogs.
It is the body
It is the heart that beats to an infinite drum
The land bleeds the blood of sorrow
It drains into the minds of our people
Constraining, but strengthening
Children, crying children
Listen, listen they cry for their mother's
Raped by demons who wonder the earth
Lost among each other
Searching for their men
Struggling to upkeep the spirits of an beaten people
This is our moutain
This is the epic journey we have overcome
the rain that stings your face
the building snow that burns your toes
the sun that boils your skin
the strap that bleeds your people
the words that keep us underground
This is what you have overcome
Now love continue to walk on......