Crack!

Listen... did you hear that Yes, what you heard was a crack The crack of the whip on my ancestors back or was it the crack of the girls skin as she was just smacked? Smacked by a loved one, or maybe someone she thinks she loves But what is love if it comes from a wannabe thug? A thug for who? Christ? The streets? Or maybe a thug for his family... don't they have to eat? Eating for Sustenance or eating because of the pain Pain that comes from neglect, wondering if anyone knows your name In the name Jesus, I call myself whole Fill the cracks and holes, LORD renew my soul What soul? My life is useless God doesn't love me Me? I am yours burning for eternity Eternity? Me burn? No I've been delivered you see Martin Luther, his Theses and Dr. King He had a Dream Dreaming on that railroad Miss Tubman once took Took my ancestors from Hell to Glory covered in soot Soot from the ashes of crushed dreams and burned carcasses of slaves Slaves that were lynched, pinched, burned, and betrayed Betrayed by themselves for not wanting more More is the evidence of freedom and success, And I want more, yes me Miss Moore More tolerance, more peace More hope, more people who will speak Speak up for yourself, your race, your beliefs Belief in your rights and the life that you seek Seeking hope in a desolate place Placed in a body so black people they don't ask your name WHAT IS MY NAME! IN THE NAME OF JESUS, I call myself whole Hole? I see a crack I'll slip through that hole A hole created by those before me who fought for my rights Right to life, liberty, and happiness and for a future so bright Bright as a strike of lighting, as loud as a crack of thunder *Crack*... did you hear that? That was the sound of my arrival, me taking the world by storm That crack was the sound of my past fading away... its no more That sound was the warning of a break through, a new start That sound was a crack.