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
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