Fier D'etre Noir [Proud to Be Black]

Verse 1.

Water and Me have never been One

As I am and will always be a true Child of the Sun

Whipped for being ill, the bloody death boat will not stand still

Air sickly & stale, day after day I am feeling more frail

Missing the beauty of home the African savannah

Evening conversation under the Sun with Pappa & Mamma

Another slave's body, ripe with pain's end

Lifted and disposed as if that person had no family or friends.

Verse 2.

My image moves with a confidence that makes my Dreadlocks float upwards

I say it with heartfelt pride

I am a product of my ancestors sacrifice

Freedom to move, live and grow

Reaping the Harvest from 'seeds' they sowed.

Lynching's, whippings and beatings even murder

Has given Me the rights and privileges' so many choose to squander.

Verse 3.

Never forget the cotton fields and sugar plantations

Where the rape and degradation of a race took place

With the culprits yet to offer any reparations

Continent ravaged, its owners murdered and savaged

Brutality with no humanity was the language used to break us

civilised and better Christian men they claimed they would make us.

Verse 4.

Dispersed across the whole world our dark smooth chocolate skin

shared culture, food and knowledge that the world has taken in

Athletes and Inventors, Painters and Educators

Black people and Black culture are the very bedrock of civilization

Love given freely without any expectation

Acknowledgment and our Betterment, deprived and denied

They are those now, that have started the great cover-up

As if what we suffered were lies

Verse 5.

Black Man, learn to love yourself and the great African oak tree from which you sprung.

Black Woman, celebrate yourself, on your backs have many a nation been built then brought down.

Black children, accept your birth right, revel in the crazy, hazy mix

As winding as as twining as the sweet sensual movements of our hips

Bringing rhythm to the four corners of the earth

We bear no ill-will to our fellow races

Price has been paid, in suffering and pain, for tha survivor's joy that we wear on our faces.

[The End]