In this spoken word piece, I’m talking straight to my brothers—colored men—light-skinned, brown-skinned, dark-skinned, from America to the deep tribes of Africa. I’m calling you to rise and walk like the king you’re supposed to be, because royalty is already infused in your DNA. I don’t want you living as a slave to the system, or to the false perception the media keeps trying to paint on you. I’m pushing you to let the world see your strength, be bold as a lion, and make them fear your roar. I also warn you not to be deceived by “Decepticons” with political schemes and lies designed to sabotage your dreams and keep you under. Even when it feels like you’re down for the count, I remind you that broken crayons still color—meaning your pain doesn’t cancel your purpose. You are not ugly, not a monkey, not an ape; you are a one-of-a-kind creation, made to restore disasters and carry generations. My takeaway is simple: don’t settle for crumbs—shine bright, enlarge your territory, and let your words and actions become a beacon of light and legacy.