You Can't See Me

I've come so you can see me, with your own eyes. YahYah does this with no disguise. Straight from the chest, bringing my best, 'cause I heard this was a contest, where the one winner rule applies and I come to get the grand prize. I've come to get deep, wake those of you up, who done fell asleep, I've come to put this bug in your ear, so you can hear, this original sound that I found, it's my roots, my gone & get down. Here's a quick view to it,  just the way I like to do it. I like to delight myself in the right, I realize that the real good things in life, don't come easy nor overnight. Despite the world's colorblind sight, black is beautiful and no other color has it's might. Everything originated from the darkness, even the light. God chose it for the background so the stars can shine so bright. Darkness helped my ancestors hide under the cover of it's color and run to freedom by night, Escaping from the hands of those oppressing them, in shackles bound tight. Everyday willing to fight, even tho' every bone was filled  with fright, but when the real comes to the light, you don't want to be nowhere in sight when the blacks unite, you talking 'bout a fight, I'd describe it closer to seeing dynamite, the kind that will explode on full overload, like her tongue, she don't bite, or like a fire that burns black, but it's ashes fall white. Like wow my brother outta sight ! !