Elaine Brown (Interlude)

Can I do one more really quick?

So he said blow black mother, black mother

He always announce the title black mother, this is rap

This is hip hop, this is all that, from the street

Poetry from the street

Black mother

I must confess that I still breathe

Though you are still not free

What could justify my crying start

Forgive my coward's heart

But blame me not the sheepish me

For I be sleeping in a deep, deep sleep

And I be hazed and dazed

And vipers fester in my hair

Black mother, I curse your drudging years

The rapes, heartaches, sweat and tears

But I swear I'll seize night's dark and gloom

A rose I'll wear to honor you

And when I fall

A rose in hand

You'll be free, and I a man

For a slave of natural death who dies

Can't balance out two dead flies

I'd rather be without the shame

A bullet lodged within my brain

Black mother