Born Black

I was destined, To be born with this thick dark skin Destined to be born a warrior With bucketloads of charm and charism The omen was no delusional imagination It was a dream by the old dreamers The omen was foretold It was by the fortune tellers known Maybe the ancestors chose me Maybe the mighty hands of the ancient potters Spun me into existence I was destined to be born Black Born with a spear in hand Straight from birth To this very earth I was born a hunter of fear I was destined to be born Black They can't put off my blaze When I Light my fire I'm thick and tough Smart and strong I'm Black and fearless I was destined to be born Black Stranja