We Be Goin' Home

How my sight is set toward the East for we be ready to go home- Call me name Sir for it is written among the oppressed law keepers. Call my name..the name you give me..one the white folk beat into me. Forgive me Sir, when I don't answer at first you did call me whips done gave me a new name even the dawgs respond to- East, freedom to serve my God who give me life..not take it away. Liberty say she freedom for all..she freedom only to the white ghosts- Pale white ghosts bowing down to an image as unholy as themselves. Who yet seek the one thing they will never have..our inheritence An inheritence their unholy white ghost cannot provide its image But I say.. Prepare my brothers, keep alert my sisters keep your churrins close. The East is calling..WE BE GOING' HOME..