Modern Day Negro

Were we born to struggle, drown ourselves in seas of trouble
Hands of suffering tugging, reaching for air inside bubbles
Digging into grounds searching for what we feel missing
Searching all around when it's in that organ beating

A nation torn apart, an army that's unequipped
Their toils become an art, and the seeds ignore the scripts
Of stories of the mothers forced to watch the spirits broken
Of stories of the brothers forced to change the language spoken

Of decades stained with blood of the fore-soldiers who've fallen
Of renegades who fought for the revoluton calling
So let's bury our heads deep in the soils that they toiled
Let's show degenerations of generations we've spoiled

They're rolling in their graves, at the sight of paths they've paved
Now crumbs the children crave, warriors holed up in their caves
Worked for their inner strength, drained of their spiritual power
The time to reach all lengths, for we're in the final hour

Wake up, alarmed and startled, strengthen souls that have been rattled
Herded on earth like cattle, when we should engage in battle
A war that must be won, for the battle has begun
Roar from depths of our lungs, freedom songs that they have sung

Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)

Times Like This

It's times like this when I feel stuck
And my mind hits a mental block
At loss of what next step to take
Unsure if through this phase, I'll break

It's times like this when I feel stressed
Drained to the point of being depressed
And I must fight and struggle, lest
I forget life is just a test

It's times like this, my head bowed low
When deep inside just feels hollow
When thoughts are frozen, I feel stunned
And yet the cold world's moving on

It's times like this that I must fight
Shy away from the dark to light
Face the challenges, without fail
Have faith in me, that I'll prevail

Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)