In the mood to love, share and feel
       the need to express myself.

       In the mood to be who I am black, the 
       agressor, the force taking on my 
       struggles singlehandedly.

       In the mood to be polemic in my
       thoughts overcoming the demons that
       try to exploit me.

       In the mood to fulfill a rite of passage
       guiding me towards understanding the 
       oppression and the vast difference of 
       a race of people.

       In the mood weathering an uneventful
       resurgence that henders black people from
       aspiring to be.

       Seeking a spirtual guidance into the
       reasons why slavery continues in America.