Her life was like that of a djembe in a town where everyone’s hands were tied
Truth was, she was in a land of lies
Blinded by false hope
Where pride had died
She strived
A dancer on an island where everyone lost their rhythem
She was the heart and soul of those who lost touch with feeling
A black sheep, she stood alone
She pushed, she pulled
Buth this was the place she called home
America, she knew this place oh so well
She could try to escape but knew that they were all in the same cell
Real recognize real and she knew it from the smell
Each step out of her own litttle bubble bought her closer to hell
She couldnt escape it
One thing she knew for sure
YOu cant hide but you can run til your legs are sore
Cuz in the belly of the beast you cant escape the war
No matter what the pastor said, she knew that God forsake the poor
Blessed was the greed
Who dinned freely
With the blood of her ancestors dripping from the sides of their lips
With victims at their disposal, how can their resist
The enemy never changes, so its hard to exist
No progress, no love, for generations all they knew was this
She tried to escape it
By dancing to the beat of her own djembe drum
Legs still sore, she continued to run
Hoping one day she would lead her people to escape this mental slavery
Tellin herself each day that change starts with me
