My beautiful Black King, why do you run so swiftly? Why do you leave me to taste your dust? I too, long to be free. You say my tongue is sharp like razors. My strength is that of a man. And being a black female, life is much more grand. I tell you my king, life ain’t all that it seems. I too, still long to be free. When you hear my continuous rant about all the things you can’t it’s just that I’m afraid that your beautiful soul will be laid laid out to rest when I need to be safe In your tender embrace next to your warm and strong chest I too, long to be free I can’t run as fast with these babies on my breast Someone has to help them grow to learn, to understand, and know that they too, must fight to be free So I’ve concocted a plan if you’ll slowdown and hold my hand I’ll speed up my pace and guide you to where it’s safe then together we can fight to be free Come back home Black Man Come back home Black Man Come back home to where you Belong! Together we both shall be freeeeeeeeee!