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History and poetry goes hand in hand

Like a cup of coffee to cigarette pen in hand
 

I don’t want to sound like any other poet in the land

I want to flow in my own direction on my own plan
 

If I have just one follower I’ve made a connection

This train will continue on all points and beyond
It took a Martin to be a King a Malcolm to be an X

If it wasn’t for the two of them I could not encourage
 

The young to be the next I couldn’t do a thing like

Lift up my voice and sing Hallelujah to the King
Open heaven’s gate and let it rain spirits that led

Till Kingdom come every time I speak I hear a hum
 

Mahalia Jackson’s troubles of the world soon will be done

Empowered by Bobby and Huey P holding a gun
 

The Freedom Riders just trying to have lunch at the counter

Mohamed Ali beaten but refuse to stay down and Rosa Parks
 

Refused to get up, Olympic medalist black fist up

Poetry in history will always speak
 

The dream still lives through me that Martin preached

Poetically like the symbolical blood shed on Calvary
 

Hail to the King…Pa, Rum, Pum, Pum, Pum

Hail to the King…Pa, rum, Pum Pum, Pum
Hail; to the King… Pa, Rum, Pum, Pum, Pum

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