Ancestral Serum

Black slaves; the story of my forefathers retold

Sounds boring these days because our heritage has been restored

But the difference between now and then is only a couple seconds

Seconds in billions of billions of clusters

When the white masters came ashore a wave of Caucasian men with a goal to capture the kings of the Sahara Serengeti

Not the lions but men and I hope that you get me

Ran down every son of Africa that reeked courage and hard work

The scars on the necks that were found to serve as a reminder of the iron chains that poisoned the blood streams of my ancestors with rust that captured the heart and ate away the element of freedom

They called us Niggers seemingly from the racial identity word

But this in ancient Egypt was a word used to refer to mummies that turned black due to the decay process

A name cast on us black children of the most high

The villages we lived in burned to the ground with foreign fire only familiar to the thought of destruction

Skin cut open as they poured their hearts out to the heavens when lashed in the mid of day

Lined up in chains to march for days without there lips ever recalling the taste of water

Water; the source of life and when they found, it was only to set there eyes on the multitudes of vessels that sat above the seas awaiting a long journey to the "land of the free...the new world"

So I pour this to you because my roots run deep and they are not tap rooting for the water bed

But for the mixture of BLOOD...SWEAT...TEARS of the grandfathers

And those three elements of struggle and hard work make a concoction I now call...

THE ANCESTRAL SERUM

>>A.T.L<<