6. Black Like Me
Black Like Me by Professor A.L.I.
I stood upon the shores, to test the winds
Before the dark days of plague, a pale pestilence
One ship, became a vessel epidemic when
Pale men, made homes, permanent settlements
Plucked boys, like farmers taking eggs of hens
women as belly warmers and brutally raped them
Influenced by whispers of Satan, shaken
Image of white Christ, who died for their sins
Twenty million dead, can we arrest the men
Who follow this devilish precedent
Economic motivation, forget testaments
Whose guilty? Look in the chests of men
Would they take prisoners from holy Bethlehem?
chain flesh on flesh, ships fill with lost lambs
Shark fins, slice waves, Crimson Sea
Blood inks these Moments from history
Martyrs graves pass through time
Ebony Eloquence, trapped inside
Like son of Najma in the Mashad shrine
And his sister Masooma, Bani Hashim’s pride
like Sabika, her honor Khaizuran
Her son in cradle, spoke of Quran
Like the sons of Sumana, and Susan
Role models, for all humans
I embark on and arc back to Africa with Marcus
To reconnect my shadow, and rich darkness
Like complexion of Jesus, not Cesar Borgia
and the Aswadu bloodline, of the true Shias
Kemetic vision, I see the miracles of Moses
Seas part but its his white hand that exposes
The true miraculous nature of divine events
So I follow the footsteps of Akhenaten
See light in face of the dreamer Joseph
African, like the Prophet Yuzasef
Like drum beat, in the chest of Negus
Laa Ilaaha Il Allah, sing the sages
Muhammadur Rasolullah sings Bilal,
After Khadija, Maryam made the Prophet smile
Fizza served his daughter, Jaan, his grandson
Slaves to the most high, yet slaves to no one
Martyrs graves pass through time
Ebony Eloquence, trapped inside
Like son of Najma in the Mashad shrine
And his sister Masooma, Bani Hashim’s pride
like Sabika, her honor Khaizuran
Her son in cradle, spoke of Quran
Like the sons of Sumana, and Susan
Role models, for all humans
