The Cross-Continental Black Nation is a place
I see The Cross-Continental Black Nation as a place
I see The Cross-Continental Black Nation.
It’s a place
Where Black souls and Black minds unify
We don’t smite
One another
For whites
In the nation, there is peace
Organization
In the least
What we can do for one another
Is un-perm the kinks
Of our contradictions
Be more like the
Spirit of LOVE and TRUTH
Put the we, and then the she, then the he, before the I
Care keep protect, our brethren’s I
Being, Beaming light
Across untruths
Throughout The Nation
And in the Cross-Continental Black Nation
We are one
Of a kind
Wrapped in hempsilk cotton of the Nile
Speaking Kitwiyoringalof to our souls
Speaking Kitwiyoringalof to our souls
Speaking Kitwiyoringalof to our souls
Across borders
In the Cross-Continental Black Nation
An organization
Of Black States
Of urgency
Consciousness
To fix this mess
And un-write
The best lies ever believed in
Preyed upon
The minds of young Afrikans
In The Nation
I said the Cross-Continental Black Nation
Is a place
Where Black youth attend schools
That teach truth, not just rules
Of upholding white supreme money-worship
But truth of their historical identity. Majesty
With books written in hieroglyphs
We pray over the first word printed in lion’s blood ink
With Black teachers. Scribes
These Black teachers teach Black truths
Treat Black youth as their own
As if they laid on their backs and brought them into the nation
Because they laid on their backs and brought us into the Nation
For the nation
And we pay dues to our center
The capital is Ethiopia. Kenya, Tanzania
KUSH
Is the Mecca
We go there to repent
To ancestors
We relent
All the loads
With which we are burdened
As a people
As a person
I am burdened
I need a nation
To support me
I am burdened
With the souls of Black Folk
Who are lost
Who don’t know
They are Golden
Gods and Goddesses hiding under
Expensive clothing
Chasing misguided passions and Self destruction
Lack of instruction
Is our problem
Which is why I need the Cross-Continental Black Nation
To instruct us
To make clothes out of Kente
Not bleached out of poison
That cotton “fabric”
Made in China
In Alabama
Comes out of hatred
For Black People
Who could anoint their lost children
With the melanin touch
Because we are golden.
We feel God speaking to us
In pigmentation
We hear God speaking to us
In pigmentation
We see God speaking to us
In pigmentation
The Black Nation
Is an incubator
Of Gods
And Black children
Will come here
To be saved
And wise elders
Lifetime members
Are Black jewels
Because they shine
With the sun
In unending illumination
Of the world’s secret stories
Of Black destruction
Genocide
Depletion
Of our lives
Striving to be white
With blonde perms
And contact lenses
Fake nails
On our menses
We take pills
Ending reproduction
Killing women
By the menses
So in The Cross-Continental Black Nation
There is healthy
Women communing Women nurturing Women loving Women
Ends the menses
And in The Cross-Continental Black Nation
There is healthy
Men fathering
Men supporting
Men Fearless loving warriors Men
Un-slave-able Men
Un-slave-able Men
Un-slave-able Men
You see the Cross-Continental Black Nation
Is a place in our souls
In our tongues
In our embraces
It will save us
The Cross-Continental Black Nation
Is like praising
And then praying
Like with all fists together and heads bowed
Black souls
Communicate
Without making a sound
And through melanin receive
All the power
Of the spirit
All the comfort of the healing
All the stable of the feeling
Knowing God lives within us
We are healing
We are one
Fearless
And our union
Is intrinsic
Chemistry
Is like July 27th
Ashanti resistance
Zulu Wars
Is the biggest Black War
That killed imperialism
In history
Not a single foreign national left in Afrika
That fine morning
That fine morning
When Saxes play
The melody
Of victory
And drums were made to speak songs
To Black bodies
So when they beat
On that day
Black bodies dance and shake, move and break waists
To the calls
Of the victory drums
That we beat
Across
The Cross-
Continental
Black Nation
And men in Kenya
On the sides of the roads
Selling goats
Will dance in jubilee
And women
Weaving cotton
In the bush
Of Ethiopie
Will stop weaving and sing
And the street hustler
Will stop hustling
And start break dancing
Dying mothers will find relief and relaxation
In the victory of The Black Nation
Construction workers will stop hammering
Coltan miners will stop searching
Diamond miners will stop killing
Oil suppliers will stop pumping
Hair designers will stop twisting
For a moment…
To feel the exhale.
Of The Cross-Continental Black Nation
Black Children and grown people
Will pour into the streets
We will dance, we will sing, we will shout in jubilee
When the last battle’s won
Yes the last battle’s won
Oh the last war is won!
And the announcement
And the announcement
And the announcement
WE ARE FREE!!!!!!!
