African Homerama

by Deep Soul

Once, my people, sat on a great wall.
Then, my people, took a great fall.
What if, all the king's horse's and all the king's men,
Could put, my people, back together again?

To accomplish this feat, we need tools and a plan.
Get ready to work, every single child, woman, and man.
To reconstruct our people, somewhere, we have to start.
The first thing to do, is to nail love in our hearts.

From Love, we can grow, loyalty, trust, and pride.
Then, screw in more self-love, so, we can see our beauty inside.
Hammer in some spirituality, and history of self.
Vacuum out the drugs, and the liquor on the shelf.

Polish our knowledge and respect for each other,
Shovel together, all of our lost sisters and brothers.
Then drill in persistence, courage and honesty.
Now, superglue, back together again, the family.

Apply a coat of character, dignity, and charm.
Heat up our words, until communication gets warm.
Sand off jealousy, ignorance, and self-hate.
Add 4 quarts of patience, so we can learn to wait.

Saw off the lying, cheating, and stealing,
Now measure this project. Can you feel, what I'm feeling?
Apply another coat of knowledge, and staple more love.
Now, the only thing higher, are the spirits, up above.

Sandblast, the frowns, off of our faces.
Climb up that ladder, take your rightful places.
Plug into the network, of African Descent.
Now, dust off your hands. This was time, well spent.

Now, enjoy your home, show it off to the world.
The beauty of this home, begins to unfurl.
The blueprint for freedom, like in the old land.
If properly followed. This house will always stand.

African Homerama by Deep Soul

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