Black is my skin with the muse of my kin,
A king from my kins with a fin!
Tin seen in the bin around,
Black Africa! ! !
Black power,
From the clan of my race,
Black Panther!
With the muse of the jungle around me.
Pan, Dan, can!
Not to ban the works of the truth;
But, to uphold the truth! !
In all things,
Alway the ways of life,
With righteous morals.
Black, back, bark!
With my muse like Blackberry;
Mystical,
Magical,
Powers!
Mack, mark!
With the romance of nature and,
The muse of the black colour.
Powers from the jungle,
With true love from my heart;
Plans and clans! !
With the vibes and the blues of the tribes in the jungles,
The jungles of Africa.
Black Panther!
Natural with the muse of nature;
The beauty of life in the jungle,
Park, pack!
With the beauty of the forest,
Waterfalls! ! !
Hills and Mountains,
With the muse of my clan.
Kin, in, win!
Time of life,
Time with my muse,
Time with my works,
Black Panther!
Black is my skin,
Noted with servitude and attitude,
Cultures and Traditions,
Black Africa! ! !
Mama Africa!
Natural with your love;
With the romance of nature and the fragrance of life.
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