OUR STORY

Listen to my story.
It's sure to make you cry.
My love, my life, my everything
Why did she have to die?

My pain is mocked on that damn fourth day
of that evil month of July.
By their celebration, I am horrified.
Take a look at the world through brown eyes,
and you'll see why.

Or just listen to our story.
A tale for all times.
A story of deception,
full of little white lies.
A story of a nation
refusing to die.
A story of the struggle for redemption.
A story of battered pride.

We must continue
to tell our story.
Keep it fresh
in our children's minds.
We can stand strong
together,
so wipe the tears from your eyes.
Our love, our life, our everything
is Black Unity and Black Pride.