"Ancestral Cries"

I can hear the cries of the "Black Family"

Slowly being torn apart

One more child has been destroyed

One less child to carry on

When will it end

Where have we gone wrong

Listen to the calls of our "Ancestors"

Crying catch that child -- don't let him fall

But we're not hearing the "Ancestral Call"

We must remember their cries - their pain

They didn't survive slavery

To have their grandbabies destroyed this way

Through their blood the Black family flows

We must all help the little Black child grow

It's not up to me  - it's up to we

We must each take a hand

Teach the little Black child how to survive in this land

We must build a net

To catch the next child that hasn't fallen yet

Join hand and hand  - side by side

We must listen to our "Ancestral Cries"

A loud rumble here and now

We know what must be done

Your Son is My Son

Your Daughter is My Daughter

It doesn't matter who's the "Teacher"

Just since we all become "Leaders"

 
Click the Window to Close the Window