Beat To America Poem by Jahmari Thomas

beat me, whip me, scratch me, it dont heart at all
you my have taken my freedom but hope will never fall

my wife is your toy to play when you please,
tell you one thing she never got on her knees,

the white will soon die but black will live so my brother
i got nothing to take but something to give

i give money, advice, and a peace of mind
thats why when you see me a soulful chill runs down your spine