Africans they say, we don’t die we multiply
Even in the face of the travails we smile
I tried to run from the travails of survival
The farther I think I run, the closer I am
I had to man up and face the challenges head on!
Families, friends, foes to me they all look up
Materials, raw and much littered all around me
Strength and knowledge reside inside of me
Enemies arose from those I was willing to die for
I can’t run or hide lest my coming generations are done for
I must delve into the hostile land of the aliens
Salvage all I can thought they are not my friends
Seven lives is what I got, the gods are with me
It’s hard in the land of blacks but here is where I was born to live.