his footsteps were like those of great thunder
His skin, glistened in the sunlight, black men.
Know that you carry my world on your back
The most important news, my CNN.

I have watched you become kings, Golden crowns
Only to replace them with chains and Jay's.
As if crowns were not made of enough pounds
You've left us as if we don't deserve Kay's,

Yet, I still admire you, Oh, black man.
There is no competition against us,
We have always been your number one fan
Unless they have turned you into a putz.

Hate it when you don't see what you are worth
you were thought of, even way before birth.

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