Sock it to the man, lyrical sucker punch in the face;
Darwin had it planned, divide and conquer the weaker race.
Preserved in caves, centennial paper trails;
Labyrinths of art and long lost holy grails.
Sacred ochre stirs in the hearts of our boabab souls;
Conjuring ancient ghosts and black magic ghouls.
A tribe, a collective Hercules;
Sustain all strength to the powers that be.
For we, who is you and is me;
Glorious parts of a gregarious whole.
Community powered by verbal spears and hero seers;
Global warriors birthed, bred, unearthed, fearlessly led.
Ethereal blood lines, design our fate eternal;
We take up arms to those who deny us our destiny.
Slay a nay sayer.
GREATNESS. The cave in which we’re born to be.