Take the chains off, and bust up the lock
It’s not a coincidence, the black boys are stuck
Chain Breaking
Take the chains off, and bust up the lock
It’s not a coincidence, the black boys are stuck
No place to develop their budding skills
They should be training, intensified drills
The gates are closed, and won’t let them in
To cultivate talents, and practice to win
With all kinds of tactics, and strategies too
For positive action, so they can be true
To their own self-worth and how they can learn
To cherish each other, and what they can earn
I still can’t believe when I had my daughter
That we must pay for, a clear glass of water
So, feel them, don’t judge them,
When they’re on the run
What system would force them
To pay for their fun?
It helps us, to help them,
Their safety is ours
To guide and protect them,
They’re precious like flowers
Their mirrors are shattered, and we are to blame
Solutions are simple, to heighten their game
They need us to love them, and curve out a way
So, they can be fruitful an open to say
Good looking out, give thanks, for that slice
I couldn’t afford it, because of the price
Think back in our childhood when fun was for free
All round Bermuda, so I could be me
Established in tennis,
I played all day long
Not paying for court time,
That would have been wrong
The elders, they looked out, and opened the door
For us to develop when we wanted more
The same door is now closed, and we hold the key
The new elders blinded, they just cannot see
What Happened?
Whopen?
I’ll tell you what happened, believe it or not
Systemic racism divides us before we get a lot
Because I’m a pond dog, from the old school
I told them about this, they called me a fool
I moved to the country and taught in the west
And built up an army, to beat all the rest
The youths were my focus, taught mostly for free
The system was watching, and got rid of me
I came back with vengeance, the sentence was life
I rose from the dead, and overcame the strife
The fight is not over, I’ll open the gate
My spirit is healthy, my natty they hate
I’ll work with the enemy, they call me their friend
We’ll have our world champion, where & when?
Meanwhile in this battle, composure is needed
Creatively planted and carefully seeded
They want me to blow it, I’ve don’t that before
It sets back the program, and closes the door
They see me coming, in full flight again
I’ll make sure this mission, does not go in vain
Re-channeling my energy, is what it’s about
I’ll quite my mind set when I want to shout
Taking my skill set pass ocean and land
Escaping ungratefulness, pink and white sand
A captured land could never be fair
To natives that help them enjoy the fresh air
Humble hospitality second to none
For tourist to have all the fun
The narrative is about to change
When I hit the African planes
I’ll fill natural talent from the bottom of the glass
Ghanaian champions, representing with class
The latest door opening, I’m ready to go
The exodus is moving, for my Africans show.