Martin Luther King Sitting On the Mountain Free At Last I had a dream; I sit upon my fathers palace, My brothers and sisters of the rainbow colors; Who stood before the alter of freedom; and many died as thee, I am not dead; the spirit lives on, a revolution that was fought, for Gods children of the cloth, Step back… don’t give me flowers, Give me the armies of the lord. I continue to sing from the skies of heaven Free at last, Free At Last Thank God, I am Free At Last I the African Warrior of My Tribe I sing the Noblest scripts of God Evolved through my Fathers Scripts I the brother of brothers who died for me. African Man a son of a Baptist son My journey was subscribed before I Entered this place call earth God whispered In my ears I now take my place in Gods house. I died for a reason As my brother died for me Freedom, Freedom, Freedom Oh my God to thee I have took my Journey to The other side of freedom. I the son of a Old Black Minster The blood in he, is the blood in me I leave my brothers and sisters Not the awards that man have given Even the death trap he set before me But unto the man, who stands in honor The man who is not afraid to pick Up armor, Lord I want study War no more Oh thy God to thee , the work Of deliverance. Oh the darkness of justice The white mask mafia Oh but the challenge that you gave What is life, if one must live as a slave So I give unto you, the blue print written In script, oh I the son of an old Baptist Minister, I the legacy of my Fathers house in the skies; who gave me my strength To identify with my brother who Lied upon the cross, I died with Dignity never the less, my life came To a end, but my struggles for my people Shall be epitome of my revenge. I have given all I can give, my journey Has reached the other side of my fathers I sit upon the mountains and gaze upon The earth, my spirit that dwells, as the tears Upon my face, who is my brother, who Refuse to release the chains? I give you the treasures of thy soul; I give to you the children of the future. That my legacy shall not foul. I the ancestor of your history, will I ever see the dreams, of my legacy. Africa that sings the liberation of my seed. Oh the fruits of his Garden I sip of the waters of his tree, I return to the fruits it gives me great strength. Tears that fall upon my forest, Mountains that sings. Glory to thee. I rise, above the mountains, you wipe the tears away, I the son of a Baptist minister The prophet of God. The burning fires upon Gods house The raging dogs the eats at my flesh The legacy of the moving trains I gathered hand and hand with my brothers I sing the song upon the mountains Nevertheless I knew the time would come When the man with the mask who planned My death, you may have killed my carcass But my spirit lives on, a message to the sons of son Bare arms of the spirit, God words is law. The battlefields of war, Freedom... The battlefields of hate, Freedom... The battlefields of Love, Freedom... The battlefields of God, Freedom... The Fire in God's Eyes, Freedom... Listen to the beats of the earth, Freedom... Devils un-veiling the essence of pain, Freedom... Listen to the angers of the sea's Freedom.......... Rise me, from the blood, beneath my feet. Freedom... Freedom....., Freedom....., Listen to the 4th of the beat, Freedom, I sing, the words of freedom, Freedom, I sing, the words of deliverance, Freedom, I sing, the words of unity, Freedom, I sing, the scars of my people, Freedom, Let.... my people free, Freedom..... Black, White, Yellow, Green Freedom let my people be. Death of a dream, abandon, by the devils revenge, Killing, the humble, an meek, The scars of the earth, Freedom, never again, shall it be, Freedom, release the chains, Of the devil, who sits in waiting, Freedom, by man's on hand, The devil, comes in all colors of man, Freedom I rise above the sky’s. See the fire in God's eyes, It will be no more, The birds, come in hurdles, waiting for its prey, listen the pain, is in the air, to destroy the paradise, which once, came love, the demon’s waiting for the kill. Freedom, never again my eyes shall see hate, Never again, shall I be haunted by rape, Never again shall I feel, the whip of hate, the disease that kills all men. Freedom, I declare upon this earth. I rise in the name, of the men, who walked in God's eye. Freedom the spirit the divine heart, will never die, those who have come, in the name, of God's house, The battle cries will be no more, heaven knocking at the door. The dead has not died, but living in the paradise of God, So Satan you have been defeated. Life dose not begin at birth, but after death, sleep the cousin to death, I rise in the morning, visiting the universe, called earth. My back has carried the scars of civilization, the blood is in the palms of me hand, my children are dying, I cry rebirth, Rise me to the heavens, Rise me to the Universe. I am tired and my back will no longer take this curse. Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Break the chains from my risk, Break the chains from my womb, Break the chains from my mind; The Universal disgrace. My babies are imprisoned, No mothers, No Fathers, No Leaders, No Justice, No dignity to the human race. Blind justice to an inheritance that refuse to lead.
big Amen sista ....do drop one on us in the Black history thread at the top this would have been a great piece to lay upon the Historic black awareness tyte.