Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise/Picture a life where black babies can survive past five

Shatter, black talon style, thoughts I throw/It remains in your brain then of course it grows

But we must have hope, quotin the reverand from the pulpit/Refuse to turn the other cheek we must defeat the evil culprit

That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence/In the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent

I see so many little boys I wanna marry, I see plenty little kids I've yet to have.

It is not quite the same when we are seventy-two as when we are twenty-seven; still I am glad of what is left, and wish we might both hold out till the victory…

'If we believe that humanity can transcend tooth and claw, if we believe that divers races & creeds can share this world as peaceably as the orphans share thei…