who rule this earth

living in the ghetto 

is like living in someone else's shadow 

everybody think im gone be a satistic 

but i already missed that train 

because i got something that is so powerful that i can claim the sun in my name 

i am not a god but i am something he created 

being black is not a choice 

but i got a strong animal in my voice 

before there was light there was darkness 

understand we were created before all of this 

before light 

before white 

before the sun

even our home we call earth 

we own thiis land 

i mean look at the dirt 

so beautiful 

so nutritious 

but always getting hurt 

but people just think its dirt 

but its a different form of us 

before we were diamonds 

we were coal 

but all the heat and pressure to my soul 

made me to the most valueaable thing on earth 

now you tell me who rule this earth

 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
Our world

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