(SONSHINE)
And we my people will survive... We the progeny of such a great race... Here we find ourselves in such sordid times... In the face of pestilence and famine... In the face of oppression and plague... We have lived through so much attempted genocide... We the survivors hardened in the ghettos, in the prisons... Fences existing without walls, without wire... Subconscious and literal... We the progeny of such a great race... Our ancestors wildest dreams... Babies cut from wombs and made into a new being... Niggas will certainly become gods... One day... We who have seen the worst of everything... White Jesus hanging on the wall looking on... A cross burning pon a black yard... Such a savagely poetic image ingrained as the blood cries from the very earth we walk on... We the progeny... Such a great race.
