Black Art

Black art’s the revelation of truth.

The preservation and proof,

That we can do anything

That we set our mind to.

Choose your method and train.

Push in-spite of your pain.

Dissociate from the fake—

And only the real shall remain.

So much joy to attain,

Don’t lose it chasin’ no fame,

Or worse, chasin’ the paper

My [nigga] brother, choose something greater.

Could change the world for the better

While making something that’s cool,

While making something that’s fun,

While making something of use.

Or, do what you wanna do,

Cause the powers with you,

Fight for what you deserve;

The future must be preserved.

Was subjugated to serve;

Those were the days of the past

[And the days of the present.]

Now matter how much time has passed,

Make sure you never forget it.