My blackness laid upon the trees, the black Niles of the rivers that run within me; The Black mountain that cried blood, the army of power who lead me cross, My blackness the Jesus, the Solomon, the Moses, Shebia, Angela Davis, Medgar, Salasie, the cloak of the black, red, green, the Huey, the Martin, the Malcolm, the Black Army of Return, My blackness the emperor of Egypt, the holy grounds that my brother died for freedom of the heart, the legacy of Black Jesus. I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, as the black eagle stands before the Heavens, and the Sun of the Sun, eyes is gleaming on the emancipation of blackness. For every black man and women that dies in the name of freedom, the black eagle spreads its wings, and scream the black anthems I shall return. The trees scream, as the leaves began to fall, The high tides of the rivers turned to blood. Thou have killed his brother. Obvious of injustice the fury of the beast has return. The roaring of voices that centered around, as the spirit of the caucus rise,, he stated the dead is not dead I shall return. The transformation of a king. A man with a thousand voices, like the cover of a book, the content within changes the world. Freedom of expressions, quoted by dreams. A mind that refuses to be converted shall not be silence to hope. The death of my brother blood on the back stair case, With blood running from his mouth. The source of the battle ground of a darken soul, Who refused to link, hoping of a better understanding when he returns. You have killed my body, but my spirit shall return. Siren lights criminals on patrol, wrapped up like a peace of meat, waiting to be stuffed and burned. Asiatic Black man elements of the earth. Thou have killed my brother. I, the Son of God; that sits before my father’s palace. Chains upon my feet, chains upon my hands, chains that sit upon my head, I have release the clad brace iron, those Satan children Set before me, I cry not for my self, I cry for those who Come in my face, for I am the spirit, I shall not die, I wait for those who come in the image, of a cloak to reveal who is the black man. The devil that came in mask, the prophets who set upon my table, planning my death. The spirit that lies within me, shall not die, I shall find the truth faith of my brother. Who is Satan and his followers? For the love of my brothers, I hoped to see the beauty within me Transfered within my seed. I carried the cross, chains upon my hands, chains upon my feet. As blood that flowed from the caucus of my frame. Where are thou brother who confesses we are one? Where are thou sister, who I have given great tribes? Where is thou prophets who set before my death? Jealousy, and envy that set before me; For I am the son of the sons, for my pain only last for a moment of time, I the test of faith, Who is my black brother? who’s loyal to my cause? My hair white as wool, my feet black as a furnace. I the prophets of prophets, I the spoken words of my father. I great soldier of revolution, the black man the King Of my Fathers palace; the blood within my brothers vein. I the follower of great Kings, I have felt the pain of satan, But I shall continue to send, my brothers the spirit within Me is the spirit that lies within the black man. Who and what difference dose it makes one might ask. The symbol of my family tree. I have felt the pain Of Satan, I have felt the trickery of his followers. I have been caged in 8/11 cage; I have walked through the fires; Let my word be known; you can kill the carcass of the frame I shall return, I have power that only my God can give. My brothers, who have come and shall return, let no man tamper with the creations of thy God. No chains can hold you; No words can default you, No man can change the scripts that were written in blood. I stand before the alter; in the name of my Father God. My brothers shall continue to come, until my sons Come together as one. Verse that set’s my death, I am the warrior, Of my father’s house, I shall not die, I continue to live I have return, through the blood, and my spirit lives through my brother the black man. The drawing power of bravery the pride; the strength of the spirit who fears not death, understanding life will be upon the skies. A coward dies a thousand times within his own mind; I the brave man shall only die once. The voices of the soul, and the connection with God. Mental law of habit within the cloak of an everlasting life. Sacrifice that I Blackman have lived upon the earth. The human tarn heart that I have lived a clean slate. I shall not want I shall pass over and return. I your child thy God, have shared life labor, As every man of the world, the jungle the beast, the pain of no disgrace, The horror the black holocaust, as was set before my spirit, Of bondage I give my live to thee, I shall return, you my brothers, as I Must give to your sons of the earth. The eyes of the almighty, has breathed upon my breath. The deep breathes from the immensity of the heavens, dreams within the bleeding palms of humanities. Reactions of a divine soul. My spirit shall not die. I the spirit live within you, I shall not cry, neither shall you. Warriors in training pick up the torch. Yours brothers are standing at the light. The war shall begin, as I sort my brothers, from the destruction, which is set before thee, I the brother shall walk you through the light, no chains can hold you, no words can control the warriors of God’s House. The Black Messiah shall not die. Thy brother who died in the name of freedom; Blood shed upon his door. The battle with Satan to free the meek and the soul. The price of freedom is death only upon the earth, For who ever seek ever lasting life Shall repeat the sacrifice of life. The cycle repeats until the mission is complete. Bleed shed that regenerates life upon the earth. The smoking of the heart, Flames burn within, embracing each breath, the forest that goes without flames. The center of earth, the sounds of rebirth, dust-to-dust, ashes to ashes, I shall return. Hymns of heaven. I wake a fell of dark, Life in love the sweet smell of joy, dissolving emotions, upon the skies; the harvest great smells of life. I am he, whom thy seek, Thou gravest love, from thee, who gravest me. Taste the scent of rebirth, Ashes that fall upon my feet. Man that holds on to the representation of life on earth. Without conscious of tomorrow. Shall live within the circles of darkness. The immortal souls that live for earth. Thy prophecies have sacrifice life Within the blood shed of its cause. The soldiers within the spirit Jesus returns. Blood shed by the devils hand. For every prophet who lived died in the name of Thy fathers love, to live is to die. Sacrifice I give to thy God. If thou claim thy bounty for thy Gods sake, Thy beloved father who has given. If we do not live in the ways of the creator, If we do not accept the treasures of Thy Gods creation how can we claim the victory of peace. If we do not appreciate the sentence of life, Then how can we accept the History of our ancestors; who have given us a second chance. I stand before the Calvary I set my troubles upon the cross. No weapons shall fall upon you I have given it to the lord. I walk through the evil of darkness no weapons shall prosper I seek ever-lasting life. I the chariot of Gods spoken words. Thou cannot control many of our actions are thoughts. Nor can we control the bionic robot The prophets shall return never less the blood Shall spill until the savior says it shall end. I give to thee my soldiers thy life. The body is just a caucus I shall live on. The servant 0r the master balances within Universal concepts of how, when, where, theorize Wisdom the Power Of Gods laws. Development of solutions constitutes the reality when a brave man chooses death. Beyond the Universe I humble; within the curse of the earth. My validation upon this land I humble, which man cannot understand. The child like state and those ; who represents the armor of Gods grace; My inheritance shall be restored upon this earth. I shall not die, I shall return. My spirits sings Its own resurrection to fame. I have been murder through tribulations, but I shall return, Until my brothers get it right. The man of wisdom shall hold its own. Through the valley of death, Man does not understand the philosophy of a true king.