I live in this place called America which most only know by name, some dare not to claim, others claim for fame...but my dilemma with America... she lost her shining stone, men took her ruthlessly, forced fornication, and knocked her off her throne. This place once so Holy now deadly... survival a necessity... but requires your soul if lest be, slavery the reality. Demonic spirits supplicate a race full of demon spawn, a roaring flame of foolishness... the true glory almost gone with the exception of Allah's will that still stands strong, birthing more lovely angels at the gates that will bring the lost children home. Those that call themselves Black are not without denile, they speak of the Motherland, and stolen legacies, and fantasize of the Nile... not really knowing that is NOT where they come from...