Do you feel me?
Can you feel me?
Sometimes I can't feel my self!
Who am I?
What am I?
If I am only a spirit then why must I be manifest in the flesh?
The memory, the pain, the injustice, the fury, the agony, the fear, the pride,
the despair, the faith, the hopefulness of my ancestors boils in my chest and
sometimes manifests as stress only to test this thing called R-E-A-L-I-T-Y!
Suckin' on my breast drainin' me of my rest…I'm so fuckin' tired!
But I must go on.
To whom much is given much is required.
Tryin' to resurrect my people is indeed carrying the world on my shoulders!
Ingratitude and lack of compassion?
We must no longer put the blame on those who oppress us
Those who want to arrest us
Those who want to undress us
Those who want to m-o-l-e-s-t us!
We can no longer give them the power