My name is Kunta
I hailed from the Gambian Tribe Of
Bufferee
born fearless from the clan of Africa..

I became a gallant son, and warrior capture by the imperialist

With resilient I was brutal, and scars with iron because of my origin..

My name is Kunta and I'm beating mercilessly because I refused to be called Toby.

I am a black warrior fighting for my freedom,
Working for the oppressor and forcefully denied out of freedom

I am born out of grieve, my pain is equal to my freedom

I am Kunta kinte, fighting to return to my root..

I never forget about the mandinka people of the kinte clan

Long walk to my freedom
Oh the return to my sweet homeland,

Eventually I will never stop paying the price of freedom,

Challenging the ego of all blacks to long desire of freedom.

I seek the truth, thinking like a stranger giving me the pleasure
For truth
And I prefer the irony of truth than that of illusion

Preferring our lives free with the pay of slavery, for the Casualties of abnormal pain of slavery .

My Generation will follow my legacy because

I am Kunta Kinte, the legend of the Kinte clan



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