(SON REFLECTING IN THE SUNSHINE)
THE MUSIC...
You thought you could silence I n I.
Think again.
Did the sun not rise the morning from the depths of a black sky?
Does it now shine from a fluffy cloud filled sky, they hanging against a blue scene.
Do I not see it?
Can't silence I n I.
As long a shred of injustice exists against my people there will be others like I.
Eye see... We see.
You thought exile could break we.Silence our screams.
Nelson in a prison cell... Martin Lee Anderson in a boot camp. Malcolm made into a violent man when he was peace.
As long as a breath is pulled into my lungs and becomes oxygenated blood beating through my notty black heart I will be a thorn in the side of the establishment cause the establishment don't represent me or the children of chattel slavery.
Children of Israel lingering in Babylon where the sun shines on stolen ground... Dust of a great civilization rising under shuffling feet.
Nahhh... Silence ain't for me.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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