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Dark clouds in the sky
The air is filled with smoke
And it smells like a burnin' church
Dearly beloved-
We are gathered here-
To honor the life and death-
Of the souls of millions-
And mourn for those who are left behind
All services will be held today-
For the late, great Black man
And do the ministers and preachers remember-
Who gave power to their temples?
Was not this Son of God- our brother?
Where are those who could end His mother's pain?
She shed blood and sweat so that we could be born-
Why bring her to tears at too many funerals?
All services will be held today-
For the late, great Black man
Where do we come from?
Once were gods and goddesses
Your holy books talk about us- and a war
What lay buried in the ruins of Kush?
How much Afrika is left in us?
A Fire burns like the Sun- call it Soul-
Could the children of ice make us forget?
Once prince and princess- teachers who reached-
For the Heavens- architects and builders-
Farmers and fishermen- a village raising children-
And warriors defending their Motherland
Now our sisters fight over all that was lost-
And brother kills brother- not the enemy
All services will be held today-
For the late, great Black man
Who am I?
I am one of the sons of God- your brother-
Beaten down into the dust from which I came-
Only for my Father to breathe Fire into me
I always was- am now- and forever shall be-
Come to raise millions of souls from the dead-
Until our Mother is once again Queen
