Black
It is time to give black the front seat
They have been like a seed
In the dust of the earth
Fighting for too long like the tide
Now is just the time
They were sprouting downward
Gaining root
Gaining root piecing out
Far out to the other end of spherical.
You might just be seeing our head now
Don't be conned
Our root resonate with first beginning like Adam.
We are not late!
We were not slaves but the litmus paper...
The earth is black
Now is our time.
We have been with the dust, sending our root down the other end of spherical.
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