 The tomb robbers stole my story, changed my story, to fit their needs and fill their greed…
I AM BLACK HISTORY… Before Egypt I existed…Deep in the valley of Mother Africa I roamed because that was my First Home… I AM BLACK HISTORY… Settled the land, domesticated the animals, built Pyramids and Great Cities Everywhere I went… I AM BLACK HISTORY… Coal Black, Brown Black, Yellow Black, Red Black, and White Black, ALL the COLORS come from ME…  SOMETIMES you just got to walk it off or take off to someplace that refreshes instead of depresses you…
SOMETIMES you need to hear words that comfort instead of confront … SOMETIMES the Road is Lonely… SOMETIMES ONLY GOD UNDERSTANDS…
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