I read history from the pages of a book
I also read from the faces of my peoples' look
From yellow to brown to black
Are there any experiences that should keep me back?
From the truth, in your eyes, on your lips, in your heart
On every mind a story
The depth of despair
To the highest heights of glory.
In the great human experience
Of the Negro /slash/ Black Race
Records of our minds contributions
True etching of our face.
Not just for skin
Or the sake of Black Pride
Despite conditioning to self-destruct
Still here, cause itís a love kept deep inside.
My destiny, my call
What will make me hesitate?
Who decides who
Should have an empty plate.