I Am The Omega Of The Alpha I am the Omega of the Alpha I am black. I am the legacy of black pride, I the messenger of the highest King I sing the Psalms loud I have been a place where no man shall go; I have walked the earth, and at the same time Walk the heavens in the spirit of the highest son But yet I carry the scars of a warrior, I have died and return under the banner Of black hope swinging in the words Of the Omega black pride. I was born free and I will die free. For, I will, I must, I can, I shall break free. I am ringing worlds on high: I am the thought of the freedom bell Through the treading mills, I am the soul of de' black clay Molded in the image of thy God, The blood of thy son, and the son of sons My language is in the script of the black book The soul that stands before the altar, I shall walk through the fire, as my brothers As I, I am the blue print of the alpha and Omega The asthmatic black stroll, to do or to die I sing the psalms I the righteousness Of the sanctuary of great men; I have wore the sores of the black barked tree I'm curling from the sod from redemption, I am the rainbow home to God. I am the Omega king I am black. I come in the black smoke train I am black the virgin clay of house. I am the grieving of the secrets of the dead, Broken hearts of the infuriating scorns Of my eipher melon skin, the green Robe that covers me from the shallow greed of man; Down I look lower to the earth High I look upon the trebling skies, I the black virgin clay The intimacy of the Alpha Omega Genes. wreathing broken hearts, I am sheathing of the image trust, the devils house of blasphemy discuss chains that held the virgin clay, the tombs of the devils' house; No chains can hold the omega virgin clay No words can take the infinity of the blue Prints of the over lamed satin clay, Blood shall always run, my history Cannot be killed in the countless place Of the devil ground; I am carved from the virgin clay; Seamed with veins of holding clay Carved from the image of de' almighty God Simulated streams the Omega Trolling mill of eternity the psalms of the black Omega I am black. Dark inspiration of iron times, Wedding the toil of toiling climes Shedding the blood of bloodless crimes, Down I lower in the blue, Up I tower toward the true, I am the Omega king, I am black. I am the sparring clay of black dust That is molded into the virgin Omega dust I am black. I am the hated and the wrong I am the stolen legacy man take arms, I am the Omega that can't be killing, I am the resurrection from the burning hell But yet I continue to return The off spring of Omega from the living Queen; Soul unto me , Hell to the Omega as the Alpha in the night.