Oh Man...

You are above the clouds    
We will ascend higher as I tell you a story    
The melanin content, the untold truth found in the slaughter of the Moorish purgatory    
The greatness in your bones    
From the Roman Empire, the Vikings, the Quakers, the Puritans    
   
Your ancestry of the Yoruba Gods and Goddesses, are awakening their songs    
The regal component of your genetic DNA is preordainment as it lay dormant    
#WOKE is not of them forgetting, it is in celebration for you now to remember    
The hue of the rainbow is arched all of its origin    
From Sudan, to Jerusalem, to Egypt, we are not the curse of Earth’s sin    
   
Shackles of feet, absence in the greatness of your hand    
The Motherland    
Owned by the Republic of China, Raped my The Federation of Russia and no growth for you on your own land where you stand    
It is time to rise above, lay down the guns    
There is no more time, your third eye awareness is now a race against the Sun    
   
Political genocide is just as potent a reckoning force to a thriving mind    
Barriers to hinder excellence put in place to capsize the existence of your benevolent kind    
A starving man who cannot eat, feed his family, become unto his home an angry beast    
Learn to grow from the soil being graced it enriching depths with seeds to make its own roots    
Instill your intellect with knowledge and the essence to live right, it really does come from those organic vegetables and organic fruits    
   
Lift your crown ordained by the skies    
Locate your self-worth in the scroll from the passage of your past generations, give them justice with your knowledge, your leadership, when questions are asked, you will know the mysteries to the hidden whys    
The truth is always hidden in such ugly details    
Retold a thousand times, is it now the truth, one could never tell    
   
Believe everything with your eyes, and half with your ears    
It keeps the keen sense aware, and insights to eradicate fears    
Brass feet in the sacred hood of brothers, sisters, the ideology of what was first, shall be last shall be first again ideology needs to be an honor upon the meet    
You must tell the stories of old    
Look around, the presence to teach of your history will be struck down, it was always foretold    
   
No Affirmative Action, you must now do your best    
No Critical Race Theory who knows what you did, relive that I Have A Dream, let the words be the remnants of its power felt    
It is within the genes the greatness of your words, your action, your motives, would always be put to test    
Upon the gold of the throne, let voices resonating peace, serenity, bestowed to be a warrior in your action, as you shall rise among the best    
   
Strive to be all you can be    
Assist someone to the crossroads of their choices    
Allow their history to guide the powers to proper the future to better the doctrine of their creed    
Hands are meant to be shaken in the beginning    
Clapping when we are winning    
Make your palm account in what you touch upon, what your carry, or what you give    
The emotions are always behind the sentiment, and if in good deeds, it makes us eager to thrive, a joy to live    
   
Take this incantation with you to heart, my Moorish man    
You must revoice your place in society to continue the journey as best you can    
No one to hold your hand, you must rely on the importance of self    
The early bird gets the worm, everyone else, what’s left    
   
Go in peace and be fertile and multiply    
Find your Queen, and bury your seed deep in the sacred chasm between her thighs    
Allow generations to flow from thee    
Lift every voice and sing, we are free    
   
Make peace and not war