On Africa's shores my dear ancestry swells.
Its seeds wombed in four million years
Of kingdoms, slaves, art and white melee.

The music you enshrine lists from Africa!s shores.
Your blue-blood estates were built by blistering black hands.
Your language is accented with black-spiced flame.

But white history defrauds us of our right rewards
And comes unraveled, watered down and void
Of credit given where credit is deserved.

Deny our influence?  Feel our razing scorn.