For years negroes

voices

grows

And scream

We shall over come

But in reality

Should silently repeat

I shall overcome

I shall overcome

I shall look within me

And see my memories

Which are blocked

and turned into hidden mysteries

I shall see past

The man-made history

No longer scream

and be distracted

By news weather and sports

And the next

Entertainment attraction

Screaming into the wind

gets nothing

Time has run out on discussing

And all your cussing and fussing

Has only gotten you

fussing and cussing

Letting a system dictate

What you remember

You will never find your center

And forever be a negro

trying to grow

and overcome

an illusion

mixed with confusion