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Past and Present

 

For my brothers and sisters we're treding this water as if it was meant for us watching our ancestors above the clouds as they look below; 


We are gathered here to learn the paths of our people who ruled this land, Our interpretation of what it seems to be but, a glassy can of this nations right hand, Dont sing for the mister because for he thinks your coming after his sister, or the money that they traded us for;

You see my brother is just thirsty for the  knowledge and what's bothering my black strong brother is pleasing this white man, Trying to forget the past of those fleshy hands grabbing and grouping our Sophisticated soulful black sister, shaking and saying please No don't do it Mister!!;

Let the young girls of the deep south know that love doesn't belong to a white woman song, but to our world of intimacy inspired how we rewired our mind to connect with the spring and summer time and set the standards that we bring;

How can you redefine lines of lies? Like we can't read in between the lines and decide to make a stand for our forbidden land, How dare you change the way we think and display us as whatnot dolls on these manniquin walls;

Living for this story I see no transgression from way back,when it is what it is today, imprisoned by the system, religion, mind frame, and society that keep us caged inn, even though we are free at least those were the words spoken to me; Outraged!! because we are the solution to every problem;

Undermined by our talents all because they saw so much greatness, it's better for you to separate us from the view that God created us to be; Please!! That may have worked for my people in the jungle that was preparing to rumble but, to all that is rising to the occasion and stepping up to our favor;

This is not for the weaken nor or the uncertainty that we carried from the depths that out ancestors harbored in, this is a courtesy call for my brothers and sisters who is making a way to change let's not forget or past nor the strain but to carry on what we are building the future for today.


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