In The Home Of The

All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.

Black Is The Color And None Is The Number

I March In The Parade Of Liberty But As Long As I Love You I’m Not Free How Long Must I Suffer Such Abuse Won’t You Let Me See You Smile One Time Before I Turn You Loose?

God Got The Power, Man Has Got His Vanity. Man Gotta Choose Before God Can Set Him Free.

A Poem Is A Naked Person... Some People Say That I Am A Poet.