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i'm black i'm beautiful n i'm rich

i'm black i'm beautiful n i'm rich


our habitation is in the brook
we had our apartment in the jungle
where non of our brothers dare
there we dwell with sun
and we cook with fire
the glory of the African child
known to God alone.

the sun clothed us
the air so thick n heavy
we n our environs are museum
our play ground is the farm
our recreational centre is the cave
where we hunt rats n chase rabbits
our fast food joint is on three round stones
where we roast yam n garnished it with red oil
the glory of the African child
known to God alone

our best friends were beasts
there were times we had dinner
in their cave
and their were times we had
our quiet time in the nest with eagles
the glory of the African child
known to God alone

we’re original
we’re real
though the sun left us dark
it did not tamper our intellect
for our brain is as white as snow
and its riches no mortal can measure
the glory of the African child
known to God alone

events upon events
had threatened to reduce our values
philosophies upon philosophies
vowed that we’re coheirs with chimpanzee
but today the long awaited truth
inscribed right inside the hand of time unfolds
and it reads; black the mother of all race
let he that have ears hear what time is saying
oh! the glory of the African child known to God alone

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