The Blacks are the
American’s soul
You can hear
The Blacks in your
Sleep keepin’ the pace
of the peace with the white man
But doing their fellow brothers
Wrong Blacks are strong
As far as American goes
Strong to pull the plow
To hoe the Americas row
To china their
Sunday with pinto beans
And smoked neck bones
And corn bread
The Blacks are
All said and saw
Bone of dried
Fish of herring given
to the slaves the
Blacks are the way
Inventing stop light
And fountain pen
And blood bank and
Gas mask and potato chip
Let Madame C. J. Walker
Walk around them
Edge of that nappy
Head let Oprah
Give you a bit of
Dine store wisdom
And Michal Jackson
Changed from black to white
The boy five years
My younger was lost
Within his new white skin
The Blacks ball
The ball field
And loop the hoop
Let the Blacks
New Year day
Black eye peas
Their history
And keep the
Black dollar
In the conjure
Woman hands