Wombmen, lend me your ear. It is time to reconstruct our minds and let go of our fears. We were made mighty by our Creator but through time and countless lies we've been underrated.
But it's time to return to the throne as this madness unfold. We need to be more than strong. We are capable to build nations mighty and bold.
So hold on! Hold your head up high and keep moving on. It's been too long. Come Wombmen, come back home.
Our babies need to be taught it's not about the win or the loss. But the price of it all, how our story was bought. Learn from the past and the soldiers lost. The story of how our ancestors fought. Fought for our dignity and pride to never leave a sister or brother behind.
Wombmen we need to clear our minds of the garbage the slave master feed us over time. We can't wait for someone to rescue us as a damsel in distress. Instead we have to be Wombmen and clean up this mess.
Remembering we are more than blessed. We are the heavens where our people come to rest. Strengthen from the nectar of our breast. Come wombmen, come and never forget, you are the ultimate Queen in this game of chess.