Power

You can't see my power

You can't see my

Black power in the Mississippi Delta

Black power when Mary sing "Shelter"

Pulling up in the streets of Kampala

There's a calling for the sons and the daughters

Black power on the surface of the moon

Black power in Jesus too

Breaking bread, collard greens with my suya

Feet stomping, praise the Lord, hallelujah

I come from the beginning of sound and time

We don't have the same gods, my people could fly

It's just that ancestral coolness, pulling up in cool whips

Living like there ain't no time

You can't see my powеr

Devils in a stupor

trying to get the scoop on how thе Black soul survive

You can't see my power

Well, from Dakar to the Carolinas

Can't you see that the spirit guides us?

You can't see my power

I got two million souls around me

Take a bow, put the crown on me

Black is that little space we find in the dark each night

Without a light, in the bend of dark arms

Safe from trauma, grief, and strife

Black is the color of real jungle fever in Belize

Tanzania, or Papua New Guinea

Sweaty Black bodies swinging wildly

uninhibited, unashamed, unabashedly free

Black is the color of the Atlantic floor

The complexion of the sky god directly north

It is the sunset, horizon disappearing into Ontario lake

Black is block parties

speakers blasting Black bass beats over knotted, nappy heads

Carnival drums swirling Black rhythms around hips

And barefoot soles stained deep in shades of red

Black is the color, Black is the color of love