Pride
Pride
We have come from hardships, life was not an easy street.
We've worked so hard, day and night, in the fields, enduring the heat.
But we managed to push through and our struggle we shall never forget
Although we were wrongly treated, it's the life lessons we should never regret.
But that was in the past, but is the present any better?
Is the present any better? No, the present is not better.
Can't you see we are dying? No age limit, no age was never a factor.
Our heroes were Dr. King, Armstrong, Carver, but we as the youth depend on actors and wannabe rappers.
Where is our pride people? Where's the pride we had before?
Does it even bound to exist? Does it exist? No, it doesn't exist anymore.
Seems everyday a black male is shot. Our brothers are leaving this world.
And we kick back, relax, and never take precaution for our young boys and girls.
Get your child in church, have them engaged in God's word!
They may not like it, think it's boring, but it's better than what the street has for them to learn.
Where is our pride people? Where's the pride we had before?
Does it even exist? Does it exist? No, it doesn't exist anymore.
So how do we get it back? Where do we even start?
Pride is not something that you can buy. You have to feel it, know it's in your heart.
So let's all make a vow. Starting right now, starting today.
We as a black nation need to learn to rely on one another, put down our weapons and begin to pray.
So where is our pride people? Does it even exist?
Does it exist?
I mean ... It could ...
Nira Ransome
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