By: Mister Jackson
Run Black Girl, Run!
Until you see the sun,
Come up three times before your face
Keep running. You know it’s a race
That’s to be run ….so stopping far too soon
Gets no one
No where, quickly, so don’t be the one
Who is done.
Long B4 you see the sun,
Come up three times before your face
And then open wide and …… taste
THE VICTORY! (4 U, 4 sistahood & 4 those who can’t, or won’t …. run)
Then hold both of your hands high above your head but not because you dont want them to fire
But because of the burning desire
That you feel deep within your soul and soles
So let it be told
That you were there and here
You faced the fear
And beat it at its own game, though cruel
You ran the race and won it decidedly all the while not knowing what exactly were the rules
But still ahead, forward on, you went
And spent
The time it took to ascertain
Though no one would explain
Which way was up & which way was down
Ooh the frowns
You faced
As U broke the ribbon, and as the prize, TOOK first place
Cuz U knew that no one was going to give you a damn nor a DAMN THANG.
You heard the bell rang
And out of the block you came
Asking questions like ‘what, where, who, when & why’
But learning as you went that you were gonna die
So you looked and learned
Then you felt the burn
In your legs all the way into your soul and soles
As race began to unfold
And you could see us waiting there at the finish line
You knew it was you time
So U accepted unconditionally to Run Black Girl, Run!
And you came to realized that ‘it always seems to be impossible …. until it’s done!’
— MKJ
