For The Nile (439)

The chain that links our past, 

through affirmative actions,  

the time of segregation, 

to the time we were taking whips to our back 

Sold by the bundles

Desired by the strengths of our hands

Inhaled hallowed winds

Hollow souls handled us cruelly

Thier cruelty re-created in me 

Thoughts of hate for me internally

The havoc of segregated civilian territory

Was a civilization that wasn't civil with we 

I state again: 

The havoc of segregated civilian territory

Was a civilization that wasn't civil with we 

Me?

Na, I'm not complaining

Boss man

This type of work may be hard for you but easy for me 

For we are defendants of the first man

Sons of Adam

Who all ya'll claim to be a masonic man? 

But Damn 

A whip to my back because I want to take a break 

Can...

You not see these songs 

These hollers....

Are about you; 

The weak

The ones who couldn't even resist your own disease

I'm talking about you!

Please 

Let me be......

But I know why you can't let me walk around here free

Scared of the rebellious black man that I can be

I see

I just want my mother....

The motherland to hold me

I just want to be home again  

Where I was first shackled and knocked to my knees 

You said my heart had to be stripped from my being

For you to instill beliefs in me. 

Of me being beneath even the hole that you pie in

Present day....

Not much has change

But is it still segregation to blame?

Or the fact that our ancestors carried

the insecurities from tyrannical act in their veins?