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.
Pure as the history that your legacy has
written. Blackberry Baby ,
Africa blessing from God.
The Darkness the windows.
The crowed street
the crowed doors. The Conscious that cries
within. The spirit is willing and the flesh
cries for the world. The love which is empty
when there is no one there,
my blood that flows through your veins.
Oh how may you
find peace?
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.
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 of
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.
Man who lives within a prison,
Which no one understands,
Victim within self,
victimize by his own mind,
He pleads for escape,
which the battle is within,
as he prays, for his sanity,
each and every day.
I the mother of the Universe,
Within the realms of thy treasures,
Thy shall one day reclaim thy hope chest.
Copyright ©2002 Jacqueline Amos
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.
Pure as the history that your legacy has
written. Blackberry Baby ,
Africa blessing from God.
The Darkness the windows.
The crowed street
the crowed doors. The Conscious that cries
within. The spirit is willing and the flesh
cries for the world. The love which is empty
when there is no one there,
my blood that flows through your veins.
Oh how may you
find peace?
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.
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 of
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.
Man who lives within a prison,
Which no one understands,
Victim within self,
victimize by his own mind,
He pleads for escape,
which the battle is within,
as he prays, for his sanity,
each and every day.
I the mother of the Universe,
Within the realms of thy treasures,
Thy shall one day reclaim thy hope chest.
Copyright ©2002 Jacqueline Amos
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