Raise your fist black man, for being strong
Hold your head high that you may weather the storm
Life is a mystery to which no right answer is found
But stay true to yourself, and the axiom will be unbound
Obstacles will come, from one to a litany
But tackling them all at once will obscure you into infinite
Stay strong black man, for your work is never done
It was written long ago, that your the chosen one