Out of Africa to chattel slavery,
From the dark Continent, the Black womb.
We are the Gods of Humanity,
Arisen from our tombs.
Victims of white supremacy,
We remain poised and unbowed.
Under the slave master's whip,
The cry is yet, Black and Proud.
The horrors of the slave trade,
Unfathomable evils of Europeans,
Our spirits are unbreakable,
We are not afraid.
It matters not what the Bible says,
Or the scriptures of the Quran,
Our mind is reality,
We are the Gods of mankind
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