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Congo

Daddy always played his congo near the shore

the way that drum played the lessons of the ancestors, more precious than gold

I’d swear daddy’s congo had a soul

see that provided a safety net for mommy and me

we could sleep easy to the sound of daddy’s drumbeat

well, this particular night I couldn’t sleep

instead of daddy’s drumbeat, all I heard were screams

I walked out to shore, wondering what I’d see

only to find my daddy being taken away from me

Bring Him Back! Bring Him Back!

I cried until I couldn’t see

I was only 10 and you were gonna answer me

but you couldn’t say a damn thing cause my language you didn’t speak

now all responsibilities fall back on mommy and me

Black man, you have been detached far too long

Daddy come home

Without you, this family isn’t strong

10 Years Later

Standing there on the auction block in this new world of terror, humiliation, and demise

A new family you’re forced to abandon, leaving another daughter with teary eyes

why has thou forsaken me, you cried

how did I fall victim to these criminal minds

but you stayed strong, when all you had to value was dear life through these troubled times

your kids and wife left behind

you held on and kept peace of mind

but through your soul, you heard your family’s cries

Black man, you have been detached far too long

Daddy come home

Without you, this family isn’t strong

10 Years Later

No more shackles on your feet or whips on your back

they’ve been replaced with miseducation and crack

limiting your possibility for prosperity

hoping you’ll stay off track

generation after generation you struggle to make ends meet

only to be continuously faced with defeat

so your family suffers

a continuous struggle, ending in separation

leading to the negation of your responsibilities

your responsibility to be there for them

your responsibility to nurture, cherish, and care for them

after generations of separation, black man it’s time for you to see

that no she can’t do it alone because it’s her history

it’s a history that’s plagued the black family for 400 years

until you bring about a change

you will continue to leave daughters behind crying rivers of tears

Black man, you have been detached far too long

It’s time for you to come home

Without you, this family isn’t strong

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