Name me as the hope of the slaves
Frame me in my mothers gaze
Let me breathe in open air
Even though we've yet to make it there
Black bodies sway in time
With the drums playing in my mind.
Bringing the forerunners to their knees.
Because we vowed.
We swore to carry on their dreams
The new black panthers
The old rebels slick anthem
Fists piercing the stratosphere
With the promise that we'd never let us drag them from here.
The crowd could boo me off the stage
Out of fear, hatred, confusion, or rage.
But no matter the context or the lateness of the hour.
I'll shout. I'll scream that my black life matters