Back Black

The tears of my forefathers woke me...
Constant bawling after whips of fury cascaded their backs
squeezed in piss and blood, nightly meals of feces served out of my great great great great aunts bottom
Night mares became dreams,
Death would pass their soiled hands
already bound in shackles

the humm of the blood drum; as it comes to a bubbling simmer
beneath the sea floors, where many found peace at long last
as distant fury raged on! in the hearts, minds and eyes of this trades survivors...

Momma raped dry of her precious jewels
scourged repeatedly, till she falls to her weaken knees...
"But it's amazing how we never die!"

Some 171 years ago...
white met black eye to eye
set us free!
Made us lose!!

Tell me!
are we that blind to see, that chains are no longer slavery?
Massa seh: Give them their bodies; but we keep their minds!
Simple matter resolved!!

Massa knows the strength of the black hand
The joint unity of love in us, drives fear to his core!
That's why he hides our face from one another...
consistently beating the war drums amongst our own
gnawing at our culture, and home

selling us the fancies of foreign worlds
teaching us the mother lands tongue
brain washing our expected generations
deliberately leaving out history, so they become as white as them!

But this is not a sad song
nor is it a rebellion call!

This drum my brothers!
This drum my sisters
is a melody...
that will play softly...
beyond time, beyond this world
"Do suh!..nah like so!"

Tek wha dem teach...
hear wha dem preach!...
Learn it!
and use it...
FOR! NOT AGAINST!
To rebuild our empires!
To groom our young...
To be black again, not by shade, but by plan

Take my hand...
We goin back to the mother land