It's the death of a king!
The Black Panther
His death stings
like the Black Mamba
But we've been poisoned with inspiration
Injected with the venom of motivation
The jungle is quiet
The birds won't sing
A beacon of hope to the quiet
He was the first to turn our silence into a rhythm
Pulsating with every black heartbeat
He was the first to turn our questions into a riddle
A riddle, they could never answer
They say they are titanium, unbreakable
But he said we are vibranium, we're literally unattainable
And that our strength graduates from our spirits
Pushing through the many limits
Given to us based on the criteria of pigments and race.
But he said we're far beyond a race
No, that's just people with the same face.
He said we're a family of tribes
A union of lives
Lives that made it through the blackest nights
Not merely based on our history
No, that is in the past
But based on the mystery
That is in our blood
They speak of poverty
But we have richness, pride, culture
In our pockets
And therefore success runs in our genes,
It's our property
We ourselves are rich mines, and we've broken our lockers.
He made us understand what the law of the jungle is
Our King made us understood where we stood, where we are, and where we ought to be.
Many are called but few are chosen
He said we were called to humanity
And then chosen to be black
To bring sanity to insanity
To bring peace to the ones stuck in vanity
But most importantly, to have each other's back.
That way we stand us one
We thought a lot has already been done
But our king said, yes, we've won some battles
But the war is undone
He was our king, not because his name was a big thing
He was our king, because he served even in the little things
He was our king not because his fame was widespread
He was our king because his name represented the sound of a life well shared
And oh whoever thought that a black star could so shine.
That an eclipse of the sun could be sunshine
Because we see the light only in darkness
We see the bright side only in sadness
And we see those divided only in oneness
So our king left us
But he made as royals
And now to our kinship, we are loyal
He left us
We don't need to walk the streets chest out
The street without us would be left out
Our king departed
But we are going to carry on with what he started
We are no weight lifters
But history has it that we've broken chains and sickness
We are dope, and you are all going to witness our litness
Our king has departed
But he was so beloved
Love and light will forever be his resting place.
Yes in our culture death is not the end.
The jungle is silent tonight
Because it just lost a light
But when the morning comes
The bird will dance
And the lions will roar
The jungle will always be at war.
Until we settle the score.
Kings don't die,
They live on in the hearts of their generations.
You are alive in me, Boseman
And my sons will forever know your name.
