A young negro born
With an old negro soul
My heart is torn
As i strive in this hellhole
My history been destroyed
Lost my true name and where i come from
Dont know where to look
America written us off like a bad check, VOID! !
So i embrace the name formally known as death
Formally know as ignorant
I hit my books where i find knowledge become very intelligent
And goto college
And do it all in my ancesters name
No longer i wonder astray
Now i have a history to tell the world
How the darkness (negro) has evolved Into light (nigga)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem