If this shit is too deep for you learn how to swim!!!

I saw a black candle and it started me thinking

I thought and thought until I started linking

Making connections – like starting to associate

Drawing comparisons between the wax work and my own race

The black on surface level looks scary as night

But like the candle, if you need it to, want it to, it might

Illuminate and clarify like years gone past

When the Greeks and Romans would come and ask

The Egyptians to share their knowledge and wealth

Then steal it all with their brute force and their stealth

The flame at the top because we are hot headed

Owing to past torture and future predicaments dreaded

And when the candle gets hot its easy to mould

Shape into something that is easy to control

Like if it's not under the pressure of a fore finger and thumb

Then it's the law, the government or schools making our children dumb

But in saying that, it's the wick that runs down the centre of the candle

That when I thought about it, reality struck and I could not handle

That there's something within us that is self destructive

Just as the wick within the candle is so combustive

When I hear of us losing the battle against gun crime, drugs or whatever

It makes me wonder what would happen if we would all work together

Would we be glowing, warm, and a force to be reckoned with?

Or is a brighter future something the creator will never give

Imagine us melting, vanishing before your eyes, and just leaving a trace

A black residue, a stain that was once called my race.