Hey Rebel, are you a warrior or what?
Then Why do you sit there on your butt
Why your Nation staves from lack of Mother Wood
No groceries stores in the hood
They die from disease because don't exercise
Their minds and bodies as one when they rise
So you march, protest and raise your Black Fist
But you have intergration now you achieved your wish
But you've still neglected to create your own bliss
A black nation in your own midst..
Listen Great Warrior I'm not here to tell you how...
But I'm saying you must act if not soon then now
Greater nations tredged low, great walls have come to ruin
Great armies defeated for the evil they were doing
So why you stand froze in fear like dead man's bones
While the hand Of God reaches to put you on the throne!
Posted By: John Washington
Sunday, October 25th 2009 at 6:47AM
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