In this house of my brothers; who have sacrifice there's life, for freedom
. Many went on starve themselves, sacrifice that we may walk free. I give honors to my brothers of the Cross.
Nor has the gift of the Spirit been
Given to this nation in blood;
So each man must reclaim his inheritance;
which was give in grace, abide his final
I stepped from my cell's confinement
...the hell that sits upon my feet. Humbly I
speak, God protect me from my self, The
wooded logs that
lye upon my house, the
fires that Burn to give me light, through
the light the darkness Continue to seek
in, oh the
grace of thy God That shelters
me, who am I ? The words of Thy father
the loyal subject to Gods house.
Like a cage
bird, which sings for freedom,
and the rage for freedom, I shall change
this place call earth;In the standings of Gods
That lingers to live upon God’s house
the soul of the soul son, de’ master Lord God,
the black sparring clay, black rivers
that created the image I wear, Wraith of the
slave trade, I claimed my freedom,
envy of man, yet they continue to set traps,
I shall not bow over, my legacy written in the
script of gold,
I drink from the golden cup of
the trading rills; I am the soul of humble many
don’t know my name, As school leaving
arrives, future prospects become clear;
A life on the dole, a slave to the state,
very predictable fears.I
cry not for this blinded world, the servant
will be the one, who sits at the lord table,
and the avenger will hold the
ere slave master began. My instructions come
de little black book. I shed no tears, I cry
pain of world,
de lord say,
the black stallion of the skies.
It is not freedom from prison he seek; it is
the darkness that man
feels within self,
It is freedom from the hypnotic thought of change,
thieves we meet: All life is now a soulless
the spirit of death, beaten down,
A wild suspense between heaven and hell:
But unto the image of man, life
silhouette of his home ;
Remembering the message God
whispered upon his ear, son we are one,
Continue your journey,
which you may come home
I give to thee the lifeline that you may grow in the Universe.
Your tribes shall carry your
name, and the seed shall live on.
I give to thee the jewels women that you shall breed,
Many nations, your legacy
shall live on.
I the father and the son of prophesy hear me as I speak.
Let not vanity kill your roots, as the lynching
of your brothers
Shall repeat until you my son come together as one,
Damnation shall be your legacy to come.I have given
to you great nations, the seed of the seed.
My son you continue to make the same mistake.
Be not the follower of the
flock, but the leader of the sheep.
Let not the history of your pass be the victory of the dark.
Rise upon your universe,
and gather your inheritance as I
Have given you my son; There was only one tribe of Abraham
Your children shall be lost;
A banded not your seed for it is genocide
Upon your own family tree I have given you great wealth.
As the Niles
of the African voices scream within the air
Wisdom shall be your freedom from the burning universe,
your identity that your roots will honor you with great wealth.
I never made a slave only those who continue to try to
The creations of my holy turf Rise my Prophets the world is yours
To claim I shall continue to send my
until your mission is complete
Pick up the torch and lead