If I can’t be me, then I don’t want to live

God blessed me with this knowledge and to all, I must give

I am what I am, and that’s the way it’s always been

I know I wasn’t conceived or born in sin

For years I had sight but couldn’t see

What ‘dutty’ Babylon had done and was still doing to me

The veil has been removed from my eyes

I don’t accept their history; I can see it’s all lies

I know we were the first and will be the last

Our future is beautiful, and so too was our past 

The builder didn’t refuse this stone

We were mighty and glorious, and we stood alone

Black is the color; Africa is the home

They say we turned our backs on God

So we lost the powers that we had

Their rhetoric is so silly; their denial is so sad

Our only fault was we lacked unity

So they played us with impunity

But today there is a new Negro

He wants all that they stole

And they better believe he’s going to get it

Even if a few heads got to roll

There is no doubt or misconception

We are preparing for a revolution

They are pondering the outcome; they want to know the conclusion

Black Pride, Black Upliftment and definitely Black Redemption.