The Beginning

I surrender to the God of liberty who makes me lie down in eternal love, and the malice-infested swamps dive in my peace trying to impurify the esteem of my being. Here stands a society ready to annihilate me their guns point with rage trying to contradict my black skin into the depths of sin I am not a badge of shame. I always kept myself locked in became a fiend of my own mind suppressed in the name of slavery and injustice my roots were planted in a dry harvest. My heart is worn out, dogged up is my throat when my speech is unable to cultivate the capacity of my ethnicity. Where is the pride? Where is the peace? Stay woke, my people. We need to develop inherent worth and dignity resist conformity of the regime revive our immortal spirits and begin to breathe in the cosmic of superiority and solidarity. Black people, we are magic.

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