I have that silver spoon in hand
Should've seen the black throne right ahead
When I see that white light in front of me
I'll watch the colors change in tone
My skin doesn't match my parents' hue
My timbre clear, diction not askew
The tanned hand of the promised land
Pinches nerves of the city man
Don't ask, still receive
And I can't conceive
I hear that warbler call again
Should've heard the toll of miners' bell
I wake at daylight in silk sheets
My eyes to time don't strain to tell
I hope my words can pay their dues
On the backs of the chosen few
A body longs to dredge the earth
Adamantly voided during birth
I'm out!