STRUGGLE.

Let me rejuvenate my spirit

Give birth to our countryside

Deep soul

Brown dirt

Rich in heritage

Knowing our history hurts

“Them”

Negro spirituals

Freedom song

We don’t hum ‘em anymore

But the echoes linger on

The tom tom beats

Rhythm of the drums

Now jazz, rhythm and blues

And gospel

Brings us to our feet

Crying for a history

Denied through education

Got to read it yourself

Requires spiritual and mental

Penetration

What can you tell me

Martin is gone

Am I alone?

Lonely is the battle

US Negro’s forgot how to fight

Can’t see this game

“they” planned our plight

Black man struggling

Drugs, prison, unemployed, gay

Take away their pride and their

Woman

Leave them without words to say

Black woman on the rise

A tool of secret deceit

Keep us struggling and tumbling

Still raping us, still taking us

Till we bleed

Blood, red, bright red

Yours, mine

Till the end of time

We shed some everyday

To get a job, to keep a job

To make our way

Open your eyes

Put your soul to the

Cause

There are no knights

We’re no Cinderella's

Or Rockefeller's

We’re simple

And true

Just black not blue not white

Get it right

Just smile

From the soul

Try to remember

For if you forget

Your legacy will learn

To regret

That history does repeat itself