Now, I going to try to explain

But you may not understand

There is nothing in this world

Nothing like My Black Man

Now, I’ve tried other races

Different colours, creeds and kinds

But one that could compare to

My Black Man, I could not find
 

Some try to imitate his walk, talk his talk

You know that sweet slang

But no man can copy the way

My brother does his thang

My Black Man with his thick lips

Wide nose and high cheek bones

High yellow, blue-black, caramel brown

My Black Man spells beauty in all skin tones

 

Now, I don’t discriminate against the others

I just love my Black Brothas

Dread ocks or braids, flat tops, baldies or fades

It doesn’t matter, I just love them

I can’t get enough of them

No matter what other men might say

I’m behind My Black Man all the way

Pushing him, pulling him

Carrying him, whatever it takes

You see, My Black Man has it all to make

If he falls, we all fall because

No one can ever take his place

 

Now, I have tried to explain

But some of you still don’t quite understand

That there is nothing in this whole wide world

I mean nothing, like My Black Man

 
 

 

Rise up to Grace, it’s yours to have and behold

Recognize a friendly face, a story screaming to be told

Behind the plaster mask, the mould will peel and crack

Shatter to a gleaming floor

Ok, the Tide will carry the debris away

In jagged ripples of the ways we were

 

It’s hard swimming, against the Tide all the time

Neon lights bright, attract a material soul

Turn whichever and you will be sold

Down a river of fool’s gold, to stand cold

Bowled-over and bought

Numb on a skyscraper shore

 

Rise up and dry off, you’ve had mud in your eyes

So eager for more, easy on the gleam

All that glitters never is… but wait…

My skin glows in the sun where I belong

My thoughts flow to a land where I began

My heart yearns for the love of another

We steal away... ssshhh… not this time

 

We go alone... no betrayals, no false Deities

No Hermesian Messenger mission

We already know together we must stand

Aware, experienced, knowledgeable

Fierce and so proud

In Full Glow … In Full Flow

 

The Tide... the Tide... the Blessed Tide

Is for You... and for Me

 

The people are full of sayings, old myths
Superstitions and ignorance, clouding their minds
False belief preventing them from the closure
Segregated by controversy and conflict
The mass suffers and fade away
Covered under the corruption of their leaders
Who are ironically created by their hope and false vision
They create their monsters and wail when he turns and bites
The people fail to learn from dreadful mistakes

(History always repeats its self)
The people fail to accept the truth and see their lives

As it is than what they make of it
Lives lived in drowning illusion
Creating separate worlds

Judging the man outside as the enemy

Others live in delusions and fantasies

Increasing the inequalities and drowning in greed

While the mass live in reality

The pain and turmoil lifelong