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The color of my rainbow is found in my universal healing hands
To catch the over spillage of my woes when my cup runneth over to hear the beautiful echoes of His voice when time is drained by the fallacies man
Many intellects refuse to follow, engage, or to entertain
Encased in the thistles of their own mental pain
How dare you ask for life, yet not embrace the afterlife of death
Ask for joy but refuse to believe in the coming of joy when dark storms have been met
By the color of segregation in remembrance how long we’ve come where faint voices upon the earth softly roam
Unchained souls rejoice in the rebirth of enlightenment in a new spiritual home
Society must find ways to atone
Witnessing the injustice of Moorish ancestry in twisted laws
I have come, seen, and saw
Ransom for bondage, ransom for organs, ransom for lands and religion in the name of deities of old
Heaven exempted of its password, whereas, imprisoned on earth by the sweetness of the serpent’s offerings, nonetheless, man has the code to annihilate existence
And finally, the threat of the bomb gets the respect of the world
Is there an afterlife to believe in
When the weight of whips, chains, gas chambers is our beautiful universal’s history of sins
Can the Creator see the oath promised by the arched rainbows
Yet, humanity cannot feel the faith in their weary hearts as blood flows
That mustard seed is shriveling so fast
Its small to the naked eyes, and lessened to the mind to continue to believe
The essence of my femininity is ordained upon Haitian soil
Unto the sacrifice by the Heaven’s already foretold
Wear your lineage proud without degradation
Bitterness is the mouth that cannot confess the testimonies of his or her own jubilation
To catch the over spillage of my woes when my cup runneth over to hear the beautiful echoes of His voice when time is drained by the fallacies man
Many intellects refuse to follow, engage, or to entertain
Encased in the thistles of their own mental pain
How dare you ask for life, yet not embrace the afterlife of death
Ask for joy but refuse to believe in the coming of joy when dark storms have been met
By the color of segregation in remembrance how long we’ve come where faint voices upon the earth softly roam
Unchained souls rejoice in the rebirth of enlightenment in a new spiritual home
Society must find ways to atone
Witnessing the injustice of Moorish ancestry in twisted laws
I have come, seen, and saw
Ransom for bondage, ransom for organs, ransom for lands and religion in the name of deities of old
Heaven exempted of its password, whereas, imprisoned on earth by the sweetness of the serpent’s offerings, nonetheless, man has the code to annihilate existence
And finally, the threat of the bomb gets the respect of the world
Is there an afterlife to believe in
When the weight of whips, chains, gas chambers is our beautiful universal’s history of sins
Can the Creator see the oath promised by the arched rainbows
Yet, humanity cannot feel the faith in their weary hearts as blood flows
That mustard seed is shriveling so fast
Its small to the naked eyes, and lessened to the mind to continue to believe
The essence of my femininity is ordained upon Haitian soil
Unto the sacrifice by the Heaven’s already foretold
Wear your lineage proud without degradation
Bitterness is the mouth that cannot confess the testimonies of his or her own jubilation
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