Elaine Brown (Interlude)
How you from the street? Black mother and I must confess that I still breath but you are not yet complete. What could justify my prying? Stop forgive my coward's hard for blame me, while we sleeping a deep-deep. And I be days and days and fight especially for my hair, black mother I you (rapes, heart aches, sweat, and tears. But I wear on siege night, dark and gloom, a rose I wear to honor you. And when I follow rose in hand, you will be free and amen for slave of can't balance out the two damn flies, I'd rather be without the shame. A bullet lodged within my brain, black mother