The wounds the slave trade left us with
Leaves us in a coma
Marking us mental slaves
Thinking the white skin is superior to the black
And that black people are of low class
And that black people can’t have whites working for them
But that black people should work for whites
Just like slavery
My black brothers and sisters, wake up from the coma
The coma which marks you as mental slaves
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
For now, you can