Origins

Origins

I am not the descendant of slaves
I am the descendent of kings and queens
I have blue blood running through my veins
And entitlement beyond understanding
I pass people on the street and I already know
They think I need their charity and pity
But I think they need my grace and mercy
See, I know my story and his story too
You may have enslaved my family’s bodies
But you never enslaved their souls

Their souls live on in me and those like me
I know I am the descendant of kings
My father’s father ruled the North and West
My mother’s mother ruled the South and East
America is rich because it was built for free
I am rich because my family built this country
So as far as I can see, I see the fruits
The fruits of my family’s labor
Do you have knowledge of your origins
I know I am the descendent of kings

I know that my rule has no end in sight
Borders are nothing because it’s all mine
And it is my story that dictates my future
I can not be counted neither down nor out
I must be counted among the victorious
For victory is mine by divine right
Kings answer to kings, never to servants
I answer to God, the king of kings
According to His word I am a ruler
I chose to rule like Shaka and Hannibal

My Origins…