Africa's Platinum Gold

When earthly whispers no longer in life can console      
The upside cross of this civilization in the Land of Nod, leads the flock to a deep sinkhole      
There is nothing more deserving to see the mind reflection is dark      
Stem cells in my melaninated content, where the spiritual realm, I lark      
Sacred Scrolls must be given, must be told      
Reverence of unchained energy is not of old      
     
To pardon the democracy of Heaven and Hell, as blood still seeps in burial ground      
Forebode and ancestry speaks shh... you can hear if you do not make a sound      
Native land, footsteps branded on the soil by the Moorish man      
You give the world a book fables, with incest, murder, fornication, and adultery, and you ask to hold my hand    
You condemn the tribe lineage not of your native tongue    
Wisdom, Knowledge, Moon, Sun, do not conceal, it is the utopia of thy Kingdom come    
The enlightment to see a higher self, rebirth in the evolution shall and will be won    
Hues of peace, perseverance, and persistence    
Truth found in the nucleus of our beautiful existence    
When the Constitution of our forefathers refuse to acknowledge blood still seeps from the vast land      
Where sacred chants from the soil your ancestors stole      
     
Sacred chants you may tell a stone      
Genocide, pilgrimage, ethnic cleaning the stars, the moon, can never be atone      
The Revelation of whips and chains are clamoring from the mountaintop      
Aren’t we all waiting for the great tribulations, as eyes look up for glory, knees to the terrain we will drop      
Natural disasters upon the shores the beginning of trepidation      
         
Occurrences from sky wars      
The battle of Heaven, Earth, and in the depth where the water pours      
Do you know who you truly are      
I come from the vines of Israel and Hebrew is my astral star      
What good is a woman in nakedness that does not know her worth when she is clothed    
Her hand empty to console, well not my creed, relax in the care of my need        
The femininity of my grace speaks the mystical wonders I bear deep in my soul      
The kiss of destiny cleanses the properties of our spirits when we are bare skinned      
Shh… do not speak ill will, it’s a bitter swallowed hard pill      
When Lucifer roams or you will allow him to hinder the growth of your intellect, nothing left but him to burn you in    
     
     
Selah