[MY BROTHERS]
THE MUSIC... AS ALWAYS IT FIT THE PIECE SO LISTEN...
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We continue on my brothers in these squalid times where our name has been dragged through the dirt and our dreams crushed... where once we built a great nation on our backs hunched over in the sun.
We continue on in the face of these insurmountable odds... mountains that reach to the heavens of white Jesus where so many are found.
Painted as villians while all the while we have been victims of our own infamy... our popularity... as we are absorbed.
We continue on my brothers while forgetting that it is our skin that is the sin as told in the shadow of a burning cross on an immaculate lawn.
While standing in a courtroom full of white faces as the baliff places silver bracelets on black wrists and enslaves yet another brother... just cause he was born poor.
We these trees grown from African seeds in the belly of the beast.
So many who have forgotten that this is a war we fight everyday... girded loins and such.
We continue on my brothers into the infinite future.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
