A Tribe Called Quest

From a tribe called quest; where we will never give up. From a nation called hope ; where we will never stop struggling. From a region called Ifriqiya; where the sun never stops shinning. Part of a race called black; where they striped our identity. From a time in history; where my race is ridiculed and look down upon as low class people. In a new world; where they continue push the fate of my people into despair. In an ever changing generation; where famine poverty and plaques are still rampant in my nation On a diverse continent; where they altered our history and fabricated wars. Am part of a people; whose distant cousins continue to suffer in all forms of racial abuses On a planet where my people are ridiculed scorned and are the most poverty stricken. From an era; where some still view our sable race with scornful eyes. Living in a country; under the pressure to embrace robbery decked out as free trade. Threading on a territory ; where people are separated by invisible boundaries but united in dreams… On a land in which our history did not begin in chains and it will not end in chains. You know,My race is like a rubber ball ; The harder you dash it to the ground, the higher it will rise.