With creaking boards upon our heads,
Our stomachs and rats chased after the same bread.
The very brave black self,
Was packed on deck like books on a shelf.
We couldn’t breathe, there was no air nor space;
No light, so we hardly moved open space,
And inside the belly of a vessel,
We were their precious vessel,
being sailed away,
Then to the highest bidder, to be sold away.

With our bodies bathed in salt,
The Black’s dream comes to a halt.
Even in our anguish and dying pains,
We served to nourish your gains,
We’re the reason your system is considered the best,
For you depended on our robustness to build your nest,
So why put out our courage before it spreads?
Tying us up in rusty threads?
Why has racism and stereotyping been our only honour,
And our deaths stirring up your sense of humour.
A rope at the neck has been our only way to freedom,
To a place to fantasize as a free kingdom,
A place of no lords nor slaves,
No Whites nor Blacks to be enslaved.Blacks are human too,
Bleeding red and never black.
No more mental slavery I say!
Why stick to everyday torturing,
As a way of ensuring our nurturing?
Taming another man as if an animal,
Amassing our talents and resources to minimal.
Hey you there! stop bleaching your skin,
for being black is never a sin.
It may now seem we’re far from luck,
Yet know that blacks will never lack,
for black absorbs light,
So surely it shines back so bright,
And our people will live right.

Blacks are human too,
Bleeding red and never black.
No more mental slavery I say!
Why stick to everyday torturing,
As a way of ensuring our nurturing?
Taming another man as if an animal,
Amassing our talents and resources to minimal.
Hey you there! stop bleaching your skin,
for being black is never a sin.
It may now seem we’re far from luck,
Yet know that blacks will never lack,
for black absorbs light,
So surely it shines back so bright,
And our people will live right.

Being black is never wrong,
for the black is strong.
A time is coming and it’s here,
When black will never lack nor fear,
And will be the hero of her story,
Like Jack and the beanstalk
our beam will stall high to glory,
And bring luck to utilize our resources,
for the black do have.
The black has what it takes to be great,
Regardless of what history told us about our fate,
it’s high time to unite and re-write our fate in faith.
Because black is right and bright,
And can never be left behind.
Black is melanin,
And the black will certainly survive.
Those periods were bravery and never slavery.