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 breatheThough you are not yet freeWhat could justify my crying startForgive my coward's heartBut blame me not the sheepish meFor I be sleeping in a deep, deep sleepAnd I be hazed and dazedAnd vipers vester in my hairBlack Mother, I curse your drudging yearsThe rapes and heart ache, sweat, and tearsBut I swear I'll seize night's dark and gloomA rose I'll wear to honor youAnd when I fall, a rose in handYou will be free and I a manFor slave of natural death who diesCanʼt balance out two dead fliesI'd rather be without the shameA bullet lodged within my brainBlack Mother