| Decipher My Dreams Part II .I sit and dream here of jet black trees and checkered flowers I can ponder their existence for hours and hours I�m dreamin of a place where no laws had to be emancipated Everything by the black man was appreciated I�m dreamin of a Pan africanistic soulful dance I watch the world together as they do the freedom prance With a nightly romance Taking peace by the hand No color is ever glanced No hate there by chance I dream of a place were the existence of today is like a breath of fresh air Has the fresh dip of cool cream coffee ice feeling here Nobody judgin� nobody anywhere I whip myself through time until I'm barely there Barely there to wake up and remember the crime Barely there to know injustices done to my kind The hate that springs like milk mixed with bigot limes Makin limeade that took my people�s blood Traded it for dimes* Do you know what this means? Can you decipher my dreams? |