I swear,
my plate is always fuller than one on Thanksgiving day.
I'm not thankful for being made a slave,
or living in this system that'll lead to an early grave.
Tho I do rejoice in moments free of pain,
free of rage,
free of these social gauges that usually defile my name.
So I look back to a time before the screams of my ancestors.
I dream a dream of my people finally being redeem.
Our slate wiped clean
Though to obtain this my plate must be left clean.
I'm hungry for knowledge
and ancient practices that will help me bring forth these things.
So let us elevate like steam,
and bust this system open at the seams.