Imagine a land deserted only scattered by its native people
Then pirate ships arrives ashore with multiples of African people
It’s the end & the beginning of a start
Many deaths occur now & before
Mostly Africans & the native people galore
What a massacre
When many families weep to see their only son sold like sheep
Many spirits try to unite & join the fight
Against the oppressor
Whom normal ways may seem polite
But let their abnormal ways disperse
You’re talking about a true curse
Well if you fit the scenery in your mind then the truth hurts
It’s the end & the beginning of a start
Like the stars & the moon that separates day from dark
Their procedures left whelps upon our elders & ancestors back
Don’t you get it
They are using us to build their metropolis
So a revolution against it would only add to the list of already dead people
Our only solution is asking God for truth, strength, &
how to remain humble