Legacy
Coming up young and black/
I was always told I was good for nothing/
But looking back on my heritage /
I must’ve counted for something/
A descendant of past great Nubian kings and queens /
The first Adam on earth the first race on the scene/
Brothers of strength sisters of grace/
A history of struggle a legacy of faith /
We built and raised the great pyramids of Akhenaten/
We slaved beneath the beating sun to pick the white man’s cotton/
From Harriet Tubman /
To Malcolm X/
To a prophet named king who had a dream/
From Marvin Gay/
To Tupac Shakur/
For a female rapper named Latifah,” Give it to EM Queen”! /
Looking back upon the legacy/
I’ve come from/
And the beautiful black man/
Of today/
I’ve grown into/
I was told I was good for nothing/
It’s not true, it’s not true.
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