Black America

We came in chains, torn off our land. Never was there a hand to bite, because nourishment was not given Packed like meat in watercrafts, slave drivers raped our women The white man wasn't the sinner, We were cursed with the mark of Cain. Brought to the states, sold and traded us; They changed our names. Opressed for centuries. Lynched bodies, strange fruit hanging from the trees. A revolution protruded, no longer was the man upon horseback exalted with the white hood. Rosa sat and with defiance a whip was cracked upon Jim Crow's back Martin led with Coretta on stand-by. Reverence to the Most High was sent For that was the only hope the Lord hath given. Malcom dared to challenge his opressor, to gain power for his people who've received the lesser; End of the stick. Their aim was to fix, to attain equality. A birth right from our nations forefathers. It is the least that could have been offered. Times have changed because of them and many others Blood, Sweat and Tears were shed, our pride bruised by the upperhand. But we prevailed. It was our time to exhale. Victory was won, and the new journey of Black America had begun.