When they ask you,
Where I come from
Do not hide my name,
Or the title of my scares
Show them the sad stories,
Written on my bare skin
The weeping memories
Carved with Iron whips
And hungry blades
Do not fumble the truth,
Or embellish the lies
Tell them who I am,
The victim of stolen glory
When they ask you,
Who I am
Do not smile my face,
Or hide the rage,
That burns within my heart
Show them the beast,
They've made
And how ready I am
To shatter the shackles
Of hate
Do not clothe in deceit,
But show them my núdes,
And how I undressed,
The robes of fear I wore
When they ask you,
What I am?
Do not fear their ugly faces,
And giant teeth
Say aloud my name
Let the pillars,
Of their authority quake
And tremble
Show them Wakanda,
Has risen,
With battalions of panther
Unmount their flags
And paint them black
Let them kiss the floor,
As I reclaim my throne
I am the black king
©Kachi
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