Take me
Like comforting hands
Warm, black, sincere
Strong to your face
And knowing I
Am undeniably yours
Wipe your tears
And knowing I
Am now your strength
And knowing I

Soothe your brow
No heavy weight, no wrinkles, no sweat
Know me
I am black soul
Take me
Use me like a knife
Make I shall pour over your wounds
The wounds of the flesh
And the wounds of the mind
The slow healing wounds
Of Babylon's terrible torture
Soothe your brow

Use me
I am not magic, not a miracle
But I bring determination
I focus your consciousness
And to our goal
I motivate your unrelenting struggle
I energize the feeling spirit
That the brutalities endured on our way
Will not have been in vain
Believe in me
I am the one

I am blackness
I am identity
Take me
With the joy of knowing
That I was always there
At your side
In your heart
And shout me like a song of defiance
From the high hill
From the 58th balcony
Amplify me to uncountable wattage
Make Babylon tremble
For I shall not be denied
Study me
I am black history
I am black culture
Know me
For I am your future
I watered the flower of your past
I was your song of unity
But now that you are far-flung
You are withered and dismembered
You are withered and dismembered


But you shall bloom again
And you are not denied
For I am still your song of unity
And I am on the horizon
Of that far look in your eye
I am chem
I am push
I am mirror way
I Ethiopia
I Samurai
I Ghana
I Mali
I Honduras
I Numotapa
I Zimbabwe
I Al-Kabulana
I am Africa
I am Africa
Take me
With the knowledge
That I
Am undeniable yours
And free me