I once was told I was colored, I once was told I'm a Negro, Who soon became black labeled Afro. African-American what is that I ask? How could the truth change so many times? Who gave these labels I asked? If everyone on the planet has a nation where is mine. Because what you're calling my people, there is no land. So nationality has no bearing to man? Lies, lies and more lies. Yeah I know the truth. I'm Moorish-American descendant of Ruth. The big masonic secret kept for too many years. Slaves no longer in chains, slaves by mental fear. So tell that lie to somebody else. The gig is up you just lied to yourself.
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