Black roots
Slapped in the chains of freedom
Slaved to my history
Constant pulling of the rope across my neck
Swinging the conscience of being black
The end result life or death
To die dipped in red
Or to live white
To become apart of the shadows
To hide in the alleyways
Afraid of a bullet put to the brain
Wips engraved in my back
Slave roots sinking in my blood
Slips yes M out of their mouths
My masters says hands on my back
The hope in my chest that rises in me to protest
Racial assimaltion that threatens to wash down my black roots
That causes me to hide behind my black roots
And bleach my midnight blue skin
Dark and crisp burnt by the sun
Echoes melanin
Colors bright and mysterious
Alluring and devious
And strong
inbraided in my african hair
Amercanized when I was shackled and brought
To the land of the free
Blood dripping down from mouth hit with the reality of this land of milk and honey singing sweet hyms of the promised land
That a black man gotta earn it´s name of being
A black man got no write washing his hand in the holy water
He is already christened with hate
He is already baptised in the blood-shed of his ancestors
He is already marked as another nigger
He will bow his head down and turn the another cheek
He will work until his back break
He will carry the burden of our nation africa
He will have to fight ten times harder for his birthright
To eqauilty
He will bite back his anger
He will curb his appetite to entertain such fanciful dreams
Of his baby will not be turned into a headstone
His cracked and dry with ash
Plowing hard into the ground
And reaping to find rich soil
His skin oiled to heal the from the last whip he reccived for being opened minded
He keeps his mouth shut
And mumbles grumbles this song
About a drinking gourd
The black man grows up
The whips turn to bats
The bats turn to guns
The freedom becomes
Lost in the history books
The struggle becomes blurred in the lines of hate
The hope becomes frayed
The fist pumping in the air
Turns to guns popping
We must remember that
We can´t kill hate with hate
In the words of martin Luther king I have a dream
I HAVE A Dream that one day
One day
This dream of love will prosper this earth
I hope this becomes our dream as citizens to unite and bleed color