breaking chains

You heard this song and you was domewhat spooked But it’s just to let you know I’m back to my roots But let me warn you I carry two tecs for those who don’t know me On this one call me Koonta never again call me tobe So many years like Mandela llocked up in jail see By the end of this journey call me Alex all hail me. I’m carry me Harriet Tubman for the railway Don’t get on boats and they LL never have me sail away They once asked why I’m always in such a fickle hate chains so much that I don’t ride bicycles Got me a white Pickett not a chain link fence When Obama won the house it’s been black ever since. So clear a path and grasp being free And the chains that I’ve broke……….. Notice that I walk with a new gleam My roots run deep, grounded in pride, A legacy of strength, my ancestors my guide. From struggle to triumph, I’m built to endure, My heritage a treasure, unshaken, pure. My skin is my armor, my crown is my past, A history of resilience, built to last. I rise because their dreams demand that I fight, A beacon of hope, shining bright in the night. Through fire and trials, I’ve found my way, The hope of my people, that lives in today. Diamonds in my bloodline, I shine under strain, Adversity’s a teacher, I rise through the pain. I’m the answer to prayers whispered in the dark, A flame of resilience, igniting the spark. My voice carries stories of those from before Unbreakable spirit, so I’ll settle this score. My culture is strength, my heritage my shield, In every battle, I refuse to yield. From roots to wings, I honor my name, Black and beautiful, unshaken, untamed. I rise above, my future’s bright, A child of royalty, shining light. Bold, beautiful, and boundless, you’ll see, I am excellence, cause I am now free.