MY BODY IS THE NATIONS OF MY KING 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. I am the moon and the sun, its my inheritance of multi tribes, I am the alpha and the omega nations of tribes. I am the secret cloth of his genes, blood from the celestial stream, inheritance Of ebony Queen, I stand tall as a warrior, I stand tall as a queen, I honor my house, nations that breed from my womb, I walk proud and stand at attention, when my king gives directions, we are one, t here is know separation of my nations to come, fertility is the secret of the lost books of life, there is know perversion in my house, my king is the nation of my womb, The honor of nations I breed, I the link between the heaven and earth, the eyes that the sun shall rise upon the heavens and breed the prophets of deliverance; I am the body of nations of my King. I mount the steps and ring the bell when birth shall takes it’s stand, I am sacred in the house of great kings, I honor the temple I breed, I am the gift from God to man, I am the warrior of my homeland, nations upon nations, carry the celestials stream, The morning comes to consciousness and the seed becomes the incubator of men and women who breeds through the tunnel of life, the seed of my king, creates the nations of history, the history that breeds from my genes, my body is the nation of my king, I mother black woman give birth to child. I have felt the pain as the brother Jesus To create life. I the black mother, the symbol of the black prince, I have felt the scars as well as my brothers, I the sanctuary of the cross, the black mother flows through my genes. 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; For every eye and every life I have felt the pain of my sons and daughters. My sons and daughters continue to live through me.