Tempted To… Poem by Paul Andrew Bourne

Tempted to, tempted to
I was tempted by my socialization into believing
that which was said
Yes, it was a temptation so sweet and pure
One had nothing else to accept
I was tempted by my soul to sin against the Ancestral past of
a royal people
I was gullible and accepted the sin of their socialization
Yes, I was tempted to, tempted to
Sin because the purity of their deception
I fell for the frame like a child
I held their socialization as true
Little did I know
I was caught in the maze of deception
So sweet, so pure, so true
Simply because of the repetition and
Imagery of the media

Tempted to, tempted to
I was tempted by my socialization into believing
that which was said
Yes, it was a temptation so sweet and pure
One had nothing else to accept
I was tempted by my soul to sin against the Ancestral past of
a royal people
I was seduced by the mythology of Greek and Rome supremacy
A system that followed the Great Gods of Africa
I was seduced by a system
Created by man for the destruction of Africans' hi-story
It had nothing else good to over the world
About knowing any truths
It was merely seduction, fallacy and over-up of royal history
A people so great, that the Almighty God feared them
So how can another be the mighty race?


Tempted to, tempted to
I was tempted by my socialization into believing
that which was said
Yes, it was a temptation so sweet and pure
One had nothing else to accept
I was tempted by my soul to sin against the Ancestral past of
a royal people
Yes it was a temptation so sweet and pure
All fallacy of framed desire
To destroy the royal great of the Black God
Yes a desire framed by an inferior people
masquerading as Greats
I'm locked in a prison of mis-education for education
I'm longing for release from this bondage of mis-socialization

Tempted to, tempted to
I was tempted by my socialization into believing
that which was said
Yes, it was a temptation so sweet and pure
One had nothing else to accept
I was tempted by my soul to sin against the Ancestral past of
a royal people
captivated by the colonial master's doctrine of live and power
far removed from the Great Black Ancestry of old
we're in a place of displeasure to the Almighty God
a suppressed Great nation in hiding from itself

Tempted to, tempted to
I was tempted by my socialization into believing
that which was said
Yes, it was a temptation so sweet and pure
One had nothing else to accept
I was tempted by my soul to sin against the Ancestral past of
a royal people
I'm burdened by the true imprinted upon my soul by our Ancestors
I'm searching for me, no us royal beings
To spread the word of our former greatness
Our royalty is nothing else to the ‘ruling classes
Yet we build their everything
And gave birth to their offspring
Yes it is, tempted to; yes it is tempted to…
I'm tempted to destroy my every knowledge for the glimpse
of greatness imprinted upon by soul our Ancestors


Tempted to, tempted to
I was tempted by my socialization into believing
that which was said
Yes, it was a temptation so sweet and pure
One had nothing else to accept
I was tempted by my soul to sin against the Ancestral past of
a royal people
so Great that even the gods of old feared them
I was tempted to accept a lie so great
That had destroyed countless Blacks in the distant past

By Paul Andrew Bourne