No matter the trap of failure
I know my people are of an essence righteously savored
Made in the image of Alls Creator
My nation, my kind I most proudly favor
No matter the lies of hypocrisy
The beauty of my people shine and outweigh constantly
All for the glory of the Most High
For as a people we will forever rise, though many die
No matter the darkness of our fate
Impacted by the cruelty of unjust hate
Our nature shall suspend and regenerate
All the power and witness we gifted substantiate
No matter the devils plan
To destroy and remove the most noble of man
Still seeds of generations now and long before
Break through and open salvations doors
No matter the unjust consequence
The good shall reign as the times turn
All evil will be abolished and love will grow
My people, my nation are my sole concern
No matter what it takes
I pray we be strengthen and blessed to win
For we will not die off miserably without a choice
Harmed or destroyed by those who are ememies or disguised as friends!
