Sons and Daughter written within the blood of my veins., psalms that sets laws and orders of my family tree. The drums the spirits that sings among the mountains. The tongue that guides my people through the night. The warriors of spirit that sings out loud through the drums The milk and honey upon the tribes. The creations of the warmth that lye Upon my mothers universe. The sweet taste of Africa, Untouched for I am pure. For there are no mixture in my blood Blackberry Baby. What is the deliberation of my Universe? For I am you, and you are me. Self-hatred within the curse of those who hate me. Blackberry as sweet as the origin of the drums. for the heart is gold, and you sing the songs of the ancestors who have locked their stories within you. So you tell the world the legacy of inner beauty that you share, your lips are curved and your hair is natural without press. Your love stronger than the Nile Wisdom powerful than Gold Warriors of great kings and queens Gods chosen above the skys Pure as the history that your legacy that sings upon the revelations the warrior of great Kings and Queens. Ancestors open the passage of righteousness summoned in spirit the mother-tongues, The ancestors live on within the hearts of great men. Let my psalms sing the African song. Thy brothers the prophets await my coming A revival awaits for me. Oh thy glory ages and past, thy drums of Africa sings the songs from thy soul. Blessed be thy hopes and dreams, In battles that we fight, Triumphant ever make us be in war. I pledge that the thousand voices of psalms be thy eyes that man shall hear, thy strength that he may lead, thy shoulder when stress brings him pain, thy strength that he shall not fall under. The drums that speaks through the telescope of the past. If the doors continue to close. how will I find shelter. If evil continue to knock at my door. Oh how the windows are fogged, and the air is hard to breathe. Where are you my children? The body is on freeze. I am here and I am not. Living in an illusion of thought. Darkness that knock upon my door. I am lost. I embrace the light. Which the dark continues to block. I embrace love when the openings start to fade. I summoned my children to walk upon the light. Freedom the source of love. God shall be your armor within the darkness of life. My soul has boundaries, which no one shall cross. My eyes are flooded. And my heart is lost. I am trap I can't get cross. As I walk to the light I shall not fear. The love of you God. The pain of the world the soul that cried. Mama black berry baby, daughters and sons the universal tribe. I sing the songs. The black berry baby shall carry my name. 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. Blackberry Africa that sings the liberation of thy seed. Oh…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. Gather your children upon the night ordain there hearts the journey is soon to come. Oh how I await the soldiers that sit upon the calvary awaiting you to come home. . Oh thy tears sings a sad song. thy textures defined thy beauty, which shines upon thou roots, Behold the glory, external kingdom, when eyes was once blind. , I thy water of purification, shall nurture thou inner beauty, thou rose of thy ebony love. Thy diamond lace, magnificent powers, Cosmo that surrounds the leaf of thy wing. Constancy of thunder, flashy storm below thy root. I am the sacred stem of thy head, Perfection of thy rose. I thou mist of tears, I the calm of love, Whispers of God love.