Elaine Brown (Interlude)

Okay, can I do one more? It's really quick. So he said, "Blow black mother, black mother." He always announce the title and say, "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 not yet free What could justify my prying? Stop forgive my coward's heart But blame me not for sheepish needs While we sleeping in a deep-deep sleep And I be hazed and dazed and Fight especially for my hair Black mother, I curse your drudging years Your rapes, heart aches, sweat, and tears But I swear on siege night Dark and gloom A rose I wear to honor you And when I fall, a rose in hand You will be free and amen for slave of Can't balance out the two damn flies I'd rather be without the shame A bullet lodged within my brain, black mother