The Wealth

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America, my old friend, now it seems you're deemed as highbrow
Don't leave me at the door. Please do invite me into my house 
From where does this rare hesitation stem? No, I'm no enemy!
It hasn't been that long now, has it?
Just a pair of centuries
I know you jest and kid with me
You cannot scoff in view of me
My exclusive allowance assembled your land of opportunity
You know the facts well
So throw my past tales into the earshot of all of your guests
I am The Ghost of Black Wealth

I've not visited this continent since Egypt's 18th Dynasty
Your Mississippi River was like a secondary Nile to me 
But finally, I have you in the sight of me again
And it's delightfully surprising to see you stridently ascend
You and I know, back in Europe, you resided in those pens 
With all of those animals you raised and all of their viruses within
I'm glad that I could take sabbatical from thriving syndicates 
To show you how to live indoors. Now, step aside and let me in

How dare you block my entrance to your petty party's scene! 
You were dwelling in a cave on the day we first convened! 
My lot of slaves were dressed in silk!
You couldn't afford to keep your's clean! 
Your oligarchical exclusion attempts are laughably a dream! 
You plan on using the tool of race to demonize my genius? 
I invented the thought of thinking before the existence of your genus
I was the first to circumnavigate the globe
The first to map Antarctica, the first chemist, I made up the periodic code
As Musa Keita, I owned more wealth than your greedy arms could hold
Quick to give 100 million of your currency in gold
But I am more, I am the Moor that taught your heads of Renaissance
I am the Moor that brought you the Arabic language the Quran
I birthed the first Asian Dynasties
I welcome your subtraction
Hide in Vaticans depictions of your stolen savior's black skin
But I curse your Empire to be split into two factions
Half your kingdom only loyal to what nations urge me back in
And since you see brightness as the mightiest force achievable
And you say exploding stars conclude your myth or something helical
When darkness smothers ashes of your sun and all seeable
Know black matter, Heaven's melanin, is the hardest rain conceivable
In humble origins, all aristocracy was sin
We shed like skin, but not within, what we will one day want again

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