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Default Honr De' Black Mother - 20-07-07, 02:05 AM

Oh brow and deep black satin robe;
Through the dark and storm cried not a word;
The deviled consumption to be a warrior psalm;
Through laughter and pain one stood it all;
So why shall I cry for this numbness feared?
For those who have beaten the devils whip
I wake upon morning with my bag of weapons foe;
I stand before the world defending
the cause of my Chilean souls;
Remeber De' Word of Da Father
God man shall lead, and lift her brother
to the skies.

De' dark swampy river de' one thee cross;
The leashes that eat from the satin robe;
Oh the warrior reveal the strong oh mighty cloth;
The savior who walk side be side;
The fire that melt the soft bronze skin;
The bugs that laid upon my breast;
The tears I cry for my mama rest.

But yet I stand tall upon the land;
I take my people to the mighty land;
So who is fear da' dark swampy sea?
Fear not thy word, death at all cost
For so the story shall be told;
O' the Christ that walked me through
The promise land, so who is I to cry?
When they laid de' Christ upon the wooded cross/
I have seen the son of son;
The honor to take his pain upon;
My trust, for in life the sure thing is death
But unto the coward lives the marksmen whip;
For I shall cry not in the mist of my journey foe;

Stand tall my people foe. Stand tall my people foe
The death upon earth bring you joy
When de' palace bring you moa, life is death,
Death de' life, sing not the glory of your strife
For every women in de' warrior house
Suffer unto thee said the lord.

De' black broths is your keepers house
For there are weak and some are strong
Forget not your warrior quote
I black women the Mother Nature
Of de' land, look not upon your broths
So, for without him they shall be no more,
For the Christ pick his chosen so
Raise the brother to the sky,

Let not ego killed de' nest
Forsake not the wounded heart
Nourish him to give him strength
Warriors bounty come from de' lord
Forsake not the darken soul
Teach the script de' Christ lives through the womb
For de' mother shall feel the pain
As she felt upon the cross;
Warriors walk alone, seek not the earthly so.
The warrior of de' Tubman house shall
Bring de' brothers across DE' underground
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