Rhythms of argony..too

Today i look a little way back.....thinking

I never been chained or shackled 

"Or so i thought"

Never been whipped bloody across my back

Shall i open the graves to find the Scares

To give you a taste of death from my Soul

A history of a blackman's Cry

A source of human bondage

So tell me...John Bull....how black am I?

You shout out boy ...eh Nigger...negro...coloured man 

Testing his integrity and morality

Piercing his senses with Ugliness

While a Nubian Man's beauty watches you .

Redden your face with guilt of his blackness.

While deep inside his madness is awaken with humbleness....alive

By drums of Cry with tattooed tear drops tracks

While mothers faces burn to ashes in rhythms of argony searching for life....to live..

To stand firmly...to survive that moment.

The slavery...the torture....yet today...existance

So tell me John B.White lashes smile stabbers 

How black am i....how black am i?