In this life that is filled with highs and low
We were bought into this magnitude and glorious country
Always a giant slayer in all ramification
Our race was all encompassing
With all shades of black known and unknown
Brave to the point of death
Zealous even in the face of defeat
A mother so blessed that its insecurities are too visible it blinds her children’s aspirations
Our desperation is conditioned to our philosophy
Our ailment can only be cured by our vultured and not so enigmatic culture
Our disturbed past never laid foundation for us
They erected the building on a sloppy rock
So sad how we are enjoying their misrepresentation of fortune or wealth
So optimistically pessimist to the things that occur in our environ
We will keep on fighting as to leave a trace of our battled thoughts in history
Only not to be appreciated by our masters
Why this era of great failures in all ramifications?
Failures not as educational failures
But failure as beings of the highest grade of pottery
Our deamons are to be released as to block our prayers from the path of the angels
But angels are never responsible to our request as we are all condemned for being blacks
Only question that remains to be answered is
Why are we left alone in this cruel environ to fend for ourselves from the beautiful and evil phoenix
Knowing fully well how great our enemies are
How it goes on its own conquest riding on the wind’s infallible wings
Our deities are never as powerful as theirs
We will never back down
We will soar high in our defeat
We will appreciate ourselves in our defeats
Our defeat, not yours
