I Am the generation of host
Hosted to provoke the wisdom our for mothers and fathers taught us to be
It takes a village to raise achild
Not just the next door neighboor
The down the street vendor
Around the corner generational drunk
The mother that always has sunday dinner ready @ 2
h clock on the dot
Also the Man we strive to become cause he taught me I Can Be Me
Let us host the next generation with unknown knowledge
That leads them to the truth
Our true colors are gold not the old saying.....
We will become and have been Queens and Kings of OUR kingdom
Wherever we land
There is our sculptures
That we now live in
Which the credit is Ours
Let us tell them ourselves
Who.I.Am
The People who are here for good
And
Have conquered since who knows when
I recently heard it been since 100,000 years ago with evidence
I takes and village and facts and knowlege to build a child from Clay to Stoine
Soldiers March On