Something about the way we’ve battled everytime...

From when we came from the trenches are wounds like pink slime

That gets deep at night but scorches in the ray of sunlight

Live under a lie or in a lie

Are Blackness could never lie

’My Melanie is not a crime’!

Bleakness in are eyes and faith in our hearts we sang

The look of hope against time

We rose and stayed strong in are battles everytime

My melanin tried to get diluted every night, is my colour a crime

With every blood sweat and tear we battled everytime

The struggle was real

But we blossomed with time

With targets on are backs and stuck in a cycle while are friend named pressure weighing down on are backs

So like preys we stay vigilant to keep in tact

But opposingly seen as the lions that roll in a pac

Are backs were built strong , elongated but taught to never crack

Mistake for attitude and talking back

Where we come from is intimidating

How we stayed strong in unhumanised habitats

But learning to adapt is what kept us in tact

We battled everytime

Hot summers were winters and winters were snowing, spring time crops were never growing

Just stuck in a field, where we'll cop the crop to get the cotton

They don’t know about going back to the basics

Where that meal came from - it was main tricks

Still we never fell

Going through hell

You could never tell

Cause when they say black doesn’t crack

I meant that you see the facts.

Not just my melanin that stayed perfect through hardship

But hearts never hardened

Still built to adapt

It’s not cliche that has us some type of way

But from a history taught to fight back

So my people we stand strong

And don’t let that fight get you down to long

Cause remember are roots were you came from