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