The day of our births marks the beginning of our story
Who can tell it better who knows the storm we’ve weathered
Who can repeat what we’ve prayed in silence
who knows the Whereabouts of every piece of our broken hearts
who can tell What we do in the dark who knows the trauma that tore us apart
Who knows our thoughts, minds and every detail we left behind
Who can count the many tears we’ve shed from our eyes
who Knows the secrets we hide behind our lies no one can tell that story
Not even when we’re eulogized if we leave a strong legacy behind
From our graves we will rise to touch lives long after we have died
We will live long through our words others will memorize
and rehearse our verses keep on flowin until it hurts it’s time
My people Pick up your pens and go to work