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Black Magic

Blackness has no off days. 
We don't get to pick which day we don't show up black.
With everything that's going on we don't even get to call out black. 
It doesn't matter if your a chocolate, caramel, coconut, coffee and cream mixed with honey black; still black.
It doesn't matter if you're Deep South, New York made, straight out of Africa or a West Indian black; still black.
It doesn't matter how hard they try to limit us, blackness prevails! 
There is an ongoing revolution and this generation has been charged with making the foundation proud.
The revolution has been televised, publicisized, spoken about emphatically. The black magic that spews from lyrics and the dash of paint on canvas that screams black liberation and pride.
The revolution is ongoing. 
The revolution is strong.
Full black, army fatigue with the sweat and blood of our ancestors streaming down our faces. 
Shackled but free! 
Singing songs from the Akan tribe! 
Upright, steadfast, and in formation. 
We chant from our core! 
We gonna be alright. 
Yeah, that's right, 
We gonna be alright! 


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