I am not who you think I am,
under the cover of my melanin skin
I am not who you say I am,
hidden and surrended by his knowledge
I am what I choose to remember,
empowered by the power of the spirit

I am what you claim to be,
but you are not. You arch deciever
Story up & tell the truth.

Tells us about the truth you refrain from me and my people
So i dont have to sit here every sunday &
Be your money money tree, free is what we want to be. Free is what the world needs to be.

Who i am was a lost child, who we are is none other than the 12 Tribes of Israel.
Who I am is the continuator of Black Excellence, who we are marks the end of your rule of power. Let me or my people
Never forget the words that have stood
The tests of time
He who sows iniquity will reap vanity,
And the rod of his fury will perish

He who sows iniquity will reap vanity
And the rod of his fury will perish

Love is and always will be the answer


By: Malik Nelson



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