Black Paradise

It is ALLright, my brother Clip on those wings Your conflict is of the greatest tragedy I can feel your rage, frustration of the hustle Take on those wings Ascend to the skies Envision the dream Our new Black Paradise You are not your struggle Go on, grow this hustle! Breathe, climb higher! Believe, glide through the fire Channel the voice that roars within Pummel the void that snares the weak Clip on those wings and set to the skies Seek out salvation, Black Paradise Let off the channels of idiocracy Hold onto hope as you set your sails Look to the glory, Glare beyond the skies See the grand meaning, Black Paradise It was more than a word More vivid than a dream A nation united, unified by peace The dream of perfection, The hope of freedom. Still it evades us, Black Paradise In the land of my Fathers Lay the seeds of the earth And with the sweat of our mothers They suckled the plains So grow forward my brothers Set to the skies  Glide through the fire, Black Paradise