I flew to Africa and my heritage struck
I witnessed my heritage and my pride came out
I over did my pride and America showed
discrimination
I tasted discrimination and slavery was born
I cried outs slavery through whips and chains;
and history was made
I met history and a family was created
I honored my family and a month we received
I opened that month and showed a shadow of a little negro
girl
I took that little girl and the word "beautiful" existed
I redefined "beautiful" and white hands grabbing her appeared
I rebirth this image and equality was earned
I rethought that last line and questions grew concern
I took those questions and society tears flowed
I saved each tear and pain came back
I struggled with pain and drugs came out
I smoked my adictions and youth stil dies young
I sung a song for these souls and negro spirituals were versed
I spoke these verse words and hope was concealed
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