OBAMA’S SONG
By: The Black Queen
© November 8, 2008
For those that worked the plantations from dawn to late day
For all those young Black men killed on Emmet Till highway -
CHI's brothas on 71st got reasons to hold their heads up high
OBAMA'S proven that the limit is the sky
40 acres and a mule wasn't honored, but this is a step towards settling the score
Soul Brother Number 1 has become number 44!
America's Commander-in-Chief, Kenya's rising son
History made though we thought it could never be done
Beacon of light for Africans worldwide, but
Especially for Blacks on Chicago's South Side
Who praise Jesus, God, Allah and Jehovah
For victory in the struggle...now over
Waking up with new hope, new dreams of a new day
Remembering our ancestors that have paved the way
This is for Langston whose rivers ran deep in our motherland across the sea
It’s for the dreams deferred until we let America be
We, too, can now sing America and dance our weary blues away
With our genius child, Obama, destined to lead the way
Up you mighty race! – the proclamation Marcus made
To connect us back to where we dwelled before we were slaves
Africa for the Africans – a reasonable plea
Today Obama is our bridge across 9000 miles of sea
As he carries America’s burdens on shoulders broad
We stand at his back, side and to the right of God
We hold him up like mighty bookends against sea’s crashing foam
We are his people, not his burden, his rock, his backbone
This victory is for all our slain warriors and intellectuals of the past
Let November 4, 2008 serve as vindication…equality at last
Let this be for those who heeded David Walker’s appeal
And for Martin who didn’t get here with us but now his dream is real
In Obama I see the benefits of education and what W.E.B. meant
When he spoke of the power of intellectualism and the talented tenth
As the means for our peoples’ rise in the land of the free
The same one written of in the poems of sisters like, Frances Harper & Phyllis Wheatley
I see Malcolm Little being warned against having big dreams
I see brothas dying on CHI streets as America bursts at the seams
I see Sojourner pleading to be seen as a woman worthy of humanity
I see young sistas’ sacrificing their dignity for insanity
I see a dying people now seeing their worth
On the day when the meek inherited the earth,
The last has become first – so ends the long summer of our discontent
Now that America has elected its first Black president
Thank you, Mr. President, for helping us to realize
That all things are possible if you just keep your eyes on the prize
By: The Black Queen
© November 8, 2008
For those that worked the plantations from dawn to late day
For all those young Black men killed on Emmet Till highway -
CHI's brothas on 71st got reasons to hold their heads up high
OBAMA'S proven that the limit is the sky
40 acres and a mule wasn't honored, but this is a step towards settling the score
Soul Brother Number 1 has become number 44!
America's Commander-in-Chief, Kenya's rising son
History made though we thought it could never be done
Beacon of light for Africans worldwide, but
Especially for Blacks on Chicago's South Side
Who praise Jesus, God, Allah and Jehovah
For victory in the struggle...now over
Waking up with new hope, new dreams of a new day
Remembering our ancestors that have paved the way
This is for Langston whose rivers ran deep in our motherland across the sea
It’s for the dreams deferred until we let America be
We, too, can now sing America and dance our weary blues away
With our genius child, Obama, destined to lead the way
Up you mighty race! – the proclamation Marcus made
To connect us back to where we dwelled before we were slaves
Africa for the Africans – a reasonable plea
Today Obama is our bridge across 9000 miles of sea
As he carries America’s burdens on shoulders broad
We stand at his back, side and to the right of God
We hold him up like mighty bookends against sea’s crashing foam
We are his people, not his burden, his rock, his backbone
This victory is for all our slain warriors and intellectuals of the past
Let November 4, 2008 serve as vindication…equality at last
Let this be for those who heeded David Walker’s appeal
And for Martin who didn’t get here with us but now his dream is real
In Obama I see the benefits of education and what W.E.B. meant
When he spoke of the power of intellectualism and the talented tenth
As the means for our peoples’ rise in the land of the free
The same one written of in the poems of sisters like, Frances Harper & Phyllis Wheatley
I see Malcolm Little being warned against having big dreams
I see brothas dying on CHI streets as America bursts at the seams
I see Sojourner pleading to be seen as a woman worthy of humanity
I see young sistas’ sacrificing their dignity for insanity
I see a dying people now seeing their worth
On the day when the meek inherited the earth,
The last has become first – so ends the long summer of our discontent
Now that America has elected its first Black president
Thank you, Mr. President, for helping us to realize
That all things are possible if you just keep your eyes on the prize
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