the queen has spoken. yes indeed. i hear you momma. have no fear. i listened. i am on a mission from god ya heard.
momma said
you are from barbados the island of pride and industry
21 by 14 miles
combine your afrocentric outlook with that bajan style
your ladder to the hereafter
was built of bones compiled
two thirds surviving a peculiar institution still reviled
blessings must be nurtured they can take a while
but the evolution of a black mans mind
makes the creator smile
so when people summon demons
coming at you hostile
throw the bones
on them black clones with your obeah freestyle
momma said
i raised men not boys
the world is hard be harder
if nights are cold be colder
dare to be bolder
be like jesus when you seek justice
carry the weight of your cross on your proud shoulders
never grow older
thinking what could have been
what should have been
dont revert to sin
do not allow any men to infringe
on your god given right to defend
the african in your melanin
momma said
sip some gin
then spit it out
summon the spirits dancing around you
with a yoruba chant
hold firm to your spiritual stance
fate is not chance
it is in your strong hands
denand the respect that you give to other men
possess your ayanmo
your destiny your fate
destroy the hate that hate creates
dont wait to justify
refuse to die
summon olodumare with your 3rd eye
the creator of all
the energy source
show not one bit of remorse
remember when all are against you
be a pillar of strength
run the length
of the gauntlet
smile but dont flaunt it
drop that verse like its hot
be a rock
cross your arms but stay armed
and shout to the phony muthafukas
is that all you got
momma said
be like aye
the spark of life
dont think twice
be righteous even when you are wrong
because so called rights are defined by different men
from a stranger land singing a different song
shout to the masses
i am here i belong
i am strong and if you dont like it
bite it suck my long duck dong
dont hopalong
carry your culture dignified
dont allow men to spit in your eye
for if dishonor your bajan heritage
my son you deserve to die
momma siad
i raised you with class
but if someone puts you on blast
grasp your big black balls of brass
dont be tied to a tree and lashed
like a runaway slave
remember always the love you make
is the love you save
laugh at satan
say brother you are mistaken
i dee am the obalata
only chained to god
be a bajan shotta
leave dem haters in a squatta
force them with sacred fiya
to dance the lambatta
when you commit to spiritual intifada
kill them slow
honor your mother and your fadda
stay true to your task
go to mass
and if all else fails request to be buried face down
so all those against you can kiss
your beautiful black
free at last
free at last
thank god almighty you are free at last
african asiatic bajan ass
momma said
what
momma said
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