The Fight to Survive

The black man fought to simply continue to breathe the breath of life

The shackles and chains rusted away but the memories of the will to survive are here for us to adapt

Though the bodies of those who began the fight lay below us and we walk upon it day in day out

Let us serve as a reminder to us a edifice for us to look unto a fountain flowing with golden water of promise

They see the black of our skin even now and frown upon us

They frown upon us not because we are black because we have always been black to them

But because they see us standing in the same place that they left us

We say we are determined to make our lives better but we still call them our idols and we adapt each and everything they do

Our culture though still written on paper and carved in rocks from as far back as the Tainos

Is quickly being erased from the minds of Jamaicans The fight to survive we say but are we really?

Our young know more about the culture of foreign lands than they know the words of our anthem

We have more opportunities now than we ever had but yet sill we are fighting to survive

People say its just who we are meant to be but I think its who we have fashioned ourselves to be

Adaptation of the this concept of who the black man is, is what is allowing us to still be fighting to survive

Truth is our forefathers fought the fight for us but each and everyday there is a new fight for each and everyone of us to fight and hence the survival continues.

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