African soldier, American warrior
Power to the black man
The earth is your battlefield
It is the earth that drinks your blood
It is into the earth that you bleed
Is this what you'll teach your seed?
Will you still wage war on another African soldier, American warrior?
Have you looked in the mirror?
It is you that you shoot
It is you that you stab
It is you that you lay to rest
How have you gotten caught up in this mess?
It was once a time that you went to war on your enemy
When have you become the enemy?
When was it?
When was the moment that you drew your bow and
You pointed your arrow at your own reflection
When was it?
The misdirected soldier
Your captain never showed you which line to stand on
The misdirected soldier
The angry African warrior
When will you look in the mirror?
To see yourself
To tell yourself
To be yourself
Walking in a line going backwards
Misdirected soldier
When will you notice that your war paint has faded?
When will you notice that your mind is now jaded?
Power to the black man
You've heard it but you can't understand it
As you look at the dirt
As you search mother earth
You try to redirect yourself
You try to impress yourself
Yet you suppress yourself
Being a soldier means you can free yourself
From the enemy within yourself
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