All Odds were stacked against you from the time of birth.

You carry a power so strong, that some of mankind fears you.

You are hunted down like an animal.

Most consider you as armed and dangerous.

I know that's not the true you.

  The  world only allows you  to be angry or mediocre.
Any other emotion you are then considered as WEAK

You are forced to suppress, while being oppressed.
They have no idea how hard it is to be you.

Even your own family has let you down.

I pray that you rise up Black Man.
Only if they would help you, they'd see your full potential.

Please end the war within yourself- Mentally.
Release yourself from the ******* that the world has placed upon you.

You are Loved

I know its Hard, but forgive and move forward.
Rise up and bring forth CHANGE

Wees is 'n werkwoord,
Want soms is dit harde werk,
Net om te bestaan.

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Shall a prisoner thank the walls of his cell for standing solid?

Shall a slave thank the whip to make him work more?


Why are you where you are?


Between the walls and the whip


Who you are sits still independent of both.
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All my life Ive wondered why I was alive,
All the pain, all the heartbreak, all the horrors i survived,
And then one day I met you,
And all my stars aligned,
I lived to see your smile,
And then you said goodbye,
You painted my world in color,
Woke me from my slumber,
Now the darkest parts of me
Trickle out my eyes,

I lived to see your smile,
I’m dying with your goodbye.