The truth, the light that what am talking about
you lied, you killed, you have even stolen the light of my life.
when i cried you laugh
when i hang from a tree you cheered
your face was as a ghost whom have capture a thousand souls of those lost
by shackel barried under the atlantic ocean

The truth, the light that what am talking about
what about my life ha, what about me
I heard the children of slaves crying out in the middle of the night
with a cold white anger male shivalnistic pig breaking the law of nature
this liver lip, pickle feet, drucking being stripping away innocent most
of all purity.

The truth, the light that what am talking about
oh yea white women whom have forgoten they part yea took on my mother
being rape, beaten, and killed
how dary you sit there like you did nothing
when you did the most, how can you forget
close your eyes and let my ancestor speak:
you hurt me all the tears i shed, i shed in your name
let my heart be felt when i said you hurt ma in the field by raping
my king, my man

then hollering rape so that my family would separate so that your may exist
sleeping with your man as a wench, satisfing his unspoken
nasty desire to be with the true queen of this world, me with his exhilarated authority taking me unwillingly
so that your virtue could go forth

The truth, the light that what am talking about
The blueness of your eyes express the coldness of your heart
I was told never to look in your eyes, was it in that you seen my
strength, determination or my soul was that what intimidated you

The truth, the light that what am talking about
When i seen you walking with you head down my queen
my heart felt to the ground and bursted like a expensive china glass being slammed to the gorund with aggregation
what wrong can we talk, don't you know how royal you are

the truth the light that what am talking about
you walk with stride like a camel crossing the sierra desert
when you talk it is like a thousand oceans clinging together in a winter
storm, your feet is like sand paper after usage given you duration
your hair is like a beautiful egyptian queen possessing the nile

The truth, the light that what am talking about
by the looks of your shoes i can tell you have been on a long journey
come on to me into the ring shout and rejoice for our victory is at hand
so fight on my queen even though you may have to cry
one day we'll find the peace of ntu and return home for a great social
the truth the light that what i'm talking about

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