My Mother´s Spear Video (MV)

Black Generations
Always blame the ones before
Anxious church mice
On that last bag of rice

Joy smile and pleasure
Never soak your emotions
I bust my horizons
Like Django in the jungle
I'm a mis-fit kid
Queen of mis-rule
I ware my father's belt

Idris for a walk-stick
SATMA just for swag
But the back of words is hard to break
Stands heavy on every SAMA door

I feel my father's fear
But mama 's in the atmosphere
So i don't give up and dont give in
I am my mother's spear

I should be weaving lyrics
Crafting works of beads
Stitching common culture
Enriching rainbow life
But words share no common threads

It's my mother's spirit
Which lives in silences and in gasps
It haunts
Shriveled between letters in my gut
Between commas and blank spaces
Weighed by 27 years
Gleaning on every breathing space

But I dont give up and dont give in
I am my mother's spear

I feel my father's fear
But mama is in the atmosphere
I don't give up so don't give in