Black man black woman can taste reparations/ cold cut sandwiches brown bag preparations/ a reputation of determination that’s precedes us/ the deep pain of the struggles that’s grieve us/ in the doorway of hope looking on the inside / cracked hand stretches to press even ones that’s been tired/ I see a lot of love in those brown eyes/ I hear a lot of passion in your strong words/ we’ve seen a lot of young ones go astray/ but we bring them back in when the world turns/ I feel a lot of love in those warm arm/ the circle of life drawn in your palms/ you can sense our ancestors in our braided hair/ Gods grace is sufficient for us he cares/ the smell of church perfume fills the room/ I hear a Clarion call for us to move/ march to freedom in the boot straps if many/ counting change for the bus even down to Pennie’s/ poverty like a snake lurking in the grass/ praying on one’s that don’t know he’s there/ old folks eyes that speak of memories/ while old folks heart championed victories/ mother said don’t sweat the small thing don’t let them Get to me/ your an over commer that’s what I believe/ don’t work hands to the bone son till they bleed/ she said clean linen for your living as she folds/ she said racism is deep and that we know/ she said they will wonder, if you wasn’t born with a silver spoon in your mouth how did you come out to have a heart of gold/ caught up in astrology hidden mysteries/ I got caught up my peoples forbidden history/ grandma kiss my forehead like a miseltoe was hanging/ was in the kitchen signing while cooking and cleaning/ she said never forget how you are/ you have soo much meaning/