Black History

The past I am a black prince Who use to rule over a kingdom But now my people and me are enslaved Force to pick the white mans cotton I see my brother and sisters Being whipped and branded like cattle They think we are cattle So we are treated like cattle But my people dream and sing of the future Where we are free from our shackles The future I am the black preacher Who has been freed from his shackles But now fighting for our rights So my son and daughter Can go to a pool and not be separated By the racial line. Or when they go outside to play They don’t have to worry about the KKK Trying to hang them from a tree branch That is the reason I fight that is why I want equal rights For there can be a better tomorrow The better tomorrow I’m the son of the preacher Who was the grandson of the black prince. Here saying that enslavement and segregation Is over An now the only problem remains is The fact that we are killing each other Over money and women This makes no sense Have we as a people suffered enough? Have we shed enough blood? So I ask you Put the gun down spread the word Tell our brothers tell are sisters that the 300 years of enslavement and segregation is over We have our black president We have the power To show the world that We as a people are united