The Black Breed

I see a people... a people in whose vein flow a crimson of stream of noble blood; whose minds house a vast well of creativity, fountains of inspiration,tactflness, unquenchable zest and passion for survival. A people whose voice thunder emulates; whose heights the trees envies; whose color the brightest of lights cannot hide; whose steps quake the earth; who farts and clouds gather,rages and mountains erupt. A people too beautiful to psych,dudes and dames alike; whose due has the strenght of a legion; chests,broad enough to house a billboard; eyes,bright enough to see through the dark. courageous enough to take a whole city, and brave enough to woo Her Majesty! I know this people... they're the sons and daughters of a kind, the special specie that spices up creation designed by nature. A rare breed,the black breed. I wish I could be like them. Maybe I'm like them,maybe I'm them.