We are strong and unique,
We fight for what we want.
We conquer what we desire
As we grew poor and lonely.
Our passion fills the earth,
Out faith drifts inside .
Working hard is what we do
Archieving more is what we want
But we struggle to get it done.
We pass through tough times
We see through people with hatred.
That’s what makes us unique.
We hardly get things on silver plates
We likely to suffer for prosperity
We pass circumstances that put us down,
But still we fight to rise high.
What makes u black enough?
Rather than the hardships we face!
What makes us unique?
We fight for what we truly desire.
That is the power and the fruit of being
BLACK CHILDREN