Walking with a wool over our
eyes, see nothing but what we
think is a beautiful sight.
What we think is quite all right
for our innocent visions that
feel equal.
Deep down it's miserable, if
you can't understand my heart
then you're not one of a kind.
so wash away that foam
blocking you're intuition
I was built to nurturer and
love endlessly.
I can't fathom how you
treat my people poorly
then yours.
I'm here to stand tall
for voices that has no pitch;
keep believing cause this journey
isn't at it's peace yet.
So as I going on in life
remembering!
black people is a force, of
powerful strenght and
Inspiration, now that
I can fathom...