blood sweat and tears sink into the grounds of the fields that black folk cultivated
ketchup stains on napkins that really never existed til black folk held sit-ins even though they knew the white folk would hate it
the silencing of misunderstood rappers spittin lines and rhymes speakin on the oppression they had to overcome to get where they are today
labels and fables thrown into the mix of the poison targeted at the brains of lil black folk in an attemp to eat away their self-worth and stunt the growth of their confidence level to succeed

all these come together to form the soul of black folk

a soul that continues to recharge despite countless blows to its innerbeing
it's still all seeing of the prosperieties and riches of a life that lies somewhere over a rainbow that it can't get to because it's wings are clipped
a soul that is able to use determination and perspiration to concoct a fertilization able to re-grow it's golden wings given from the mother of the mother land herself---

...to fly...