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