History is only history printed in textbooks full of lies
Erasing the depths of our identity
Separating a creation of a nation
Full of distraught memories, leaving us
Slanged and deranged from our abilities
Insulting our intelligence
But they forgot about those 80’s babies
Dark skinned with a force to be recon with
Spirit as hymns used in the songs of freedom
Overflowing with knowledge of wisdom
Growing up in crack houses and habituated to gang violence
Pressing towards the mark of a higher calling
To return what was stolen
From this country
Dignity, Respect, Education, Equality
Writing the vision plain upon tables
In hopes that he may run who reads
For this appointed time
Sent to defeat the forces of evil
Defending the apple of his eye
It shall speak and not lie