My History

My history

The power to fight, the glory i give.
Is all for the right, i have to live
knowledge is power, power breeds respect
to be a black man, and know im nothing less
to strive for the best, and nothing less will i accept
time to unleash the miht, that ive secretly kept
hidden in the blackness of my brown-yellow tones
is a voice im proud to call my own
the history of misery my ancestors knew
is all but forgotten by a strong few
amerikkka's deciet and lies
to often in history for us to deny
once black and white, the world is now gray
we've loosened the shackles of the kkk
but still slaves of the mind wander the earth
seeking to find the origin of their hurt
we've come together as a community at last
to unearth the truth of america's past
a beautiful face, hides the disgrace
of lady liberties attempt to erase
blackness too strong for white to embrace
authority runs in our veins
time to let loose the reins
and let the mustang roam
in the cities of our home
free your mind, as we seek to find
the misteries of our history,the hell bound miseries