“Africa’s Son”

Don’t be shocked by the things I do

Don’t be blinded by My light that out shines you

Listen to My words ---Hear My voice

I’m Africa’s Son you have no choice

My style --- My flare

From the bottom of My feet to the ends in My hair

I treat everyone equally and fair

I’m Mr. Debonair

Nothing is said --But all is heard

When you’re Me --You don’t have to speak a word

I’m not Arrogant -- Nor am I Vain

You wouldn’t understand –It’s a Black Thang

It’s called Self-confidence and Pride

You can see it in My walk –My Eyes

You don’t have to like Me

But you do have to Respect Me

Be Hypnotized  by My style, My charm

Realize I’m  Africa’s Son

 My  Power will always  Dominate

I’m the Son of Pharaohs--I know how to Articulate

Just like the Kings before Me

I  shape the World and the People around Me

Just a wink of My eye

A smile on My face

My light brightens the dullest place

So don’t blink an eye or turn your head

I’m Africa’s Son –There’s no more to be said

 
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