My Voice

My voice is of power That lifts the oppressed high above the surface My voice is a weapon That destroys the enemy who seeks my destruction My voice is for the blood that has rained Pouring down on the people that were slain My voice is for the ancestors who were enslaved That is crying to the Father to avenge their persecution My voice is of praise That lifts me high above the mountain top My voice is for the generation Who is miseducated and silenced Because of the world’s sinful ways My voice is universal Which will leave the earth to quake I express myself through hip-hop and neo-soul The sound that defines my artistry Killing rhymes if I have to Just to show that my spirit won’t break silently I am resilient So there’s no harming me I articulate the ways of black artistry My voice is to speak out to my people So we won’t see another dark day