The Dark Berry

I’m oppressed with stress of our future

I\'m about to unravel a story your not use to

I’m angered with tears of our representation of that white plantation

That little place Africa lives so deep in our hearts

Even if we came from other places we know where it came to start

We live in a society with booming
babies crazy ladies

Projects of fear, mind body and souls of tears

Their blood runs thin like filling in pop tarts

They think of us as wild black niggers with flashy cars

Another Funeral another Wake

Another Crack another Shake

In the image of America which is suppose to be so great

Movements and Riots are part of the recovery

We as black people need to embark on that discovery

In my heart live the lost souls of kings

In the homeland live the riches of diamonds and rings

The Hatred, The Anger, all which makes my blood vessels boil

Why people toil with my emotions I will never uncoil

Our history, our past, our future shall stay under the soil, until that young black Malcolm X reappears, then our fear and tears will disappear