Who caused the storm?
Why did the levies break?
Who blew them up?
When did Americans become refugees?
Who ordered the national guards to shoot the innocent?
Why didnâ¿¿t help come in time?
Why did the people have to drown?
Why did my uncle lose his life
keeping his family alive?
Donâ¿¿t talk to me about black America
How can America be black when she was born white?
The American flag cant change its stripes
That flag flew freely in the wind
On the land of every plantation
Of chains, whips and bondage
We are no kin to America, her children or this nation
America was never a friend to us
A friend would not have enslaved and mistreated us
She has yet to give us our freedom
On paper we are still slaves
She used our, fathers, brotherâ¿¿s and sons to fight her war
She never meant for us to have equality
She labeled us monkeys
She made our fathers junkies
America is the daughter of the world
It is evident that Satan is the ruler of this world
Reformation that would be nice
The pie has been cut now whereâ¿¿s our slice
We have been waiting too long
We have been done so wrong
The Jews have it made
The Native Americans are now being paid
I am one of many who will not forget
Our past history our story must be to told
Like Mandela we must stand bold
I will not forget what my people did for me
Carved our names out in history
Those who paved the way
How they rebelled, revolted and started revolution movements
â¿¿WE SHALL OVERCOME.... someday
â¿¿WE SHALL NOT BE MOVED.... today, tomorrow nor any other day
America is just where we stay
I can hear that voice shouting
â¿¿"GO BACK TO AFRICA"
I would but Africa is no longer her self
You killed her kings and queens and stole her wealth
You raped Africa, her daughters and her granddaughters
You beat arrested and killed her sons
You castrated her husbands and his head you hung
You claim that APARTHEID was Godâ¿¿s decision
What does God have to do with evil, injustice and racial separation?
You may throw many rocks but you cant
Knock us off our soapbox
Though we may have been done so wrong
We keep on rising too strong
Though it may seem, this is no pride
This is the freedom song
This is the Buffalo Soldiers ride
Humble, spirituality, faith and morality
Strength of a nationality