May I have a piece of this sweet little paradise? A piece of this dark soil and this beautiful sunrise May I lay on the land on which my mother was conceived? To feel my ancestors’ history within me May I smell this fresh air which is slowly being contaminated? Deteriorating, As I wait for the day where I can say “we finally made it” May I taste the heat that so many complain about? As they fight to keep themselves out of the drought May I listen to the sound of the beating tam tams? As the djembe plays, I’ll dance until my feet go numb May I look at the starless sky, yet always so bright? Wondering what the city got for me tonight May I join in the mantra? As the symphony attracts me Rhapsody, as I feel the track see May I participate in the evolution of self-proclaimed independence? Trying to rationalize why the west has got us sentenced To doom Or is it just too soon, to go negative So I repeat May I have a piece of this sweet, oh so little paradise? Can you allow me to stare directly into those big brown eyes? As I try, To uncover the scars that lay Hidden behind the smiles yet completely astray If I may, I’d like to blossom amongst the flowers and let the bees feed off of me? and like the bees, I want to be Buzzing my way through the trees, pure discoveries Of nothing less but you and me Or is it you and I? I am the product of your cries Your burdens, So May I replace your grey skies with blue ones Uncertain, of your gift May I give you a lift? To reach the maximum high As you allow me to sit on those numerous hills Finding comfort in the sights, oh what a thrill! May I share with you my dreams, but don’t try to enforce your themes, on me? Let me be who I want to be, I plead Like a planted seed, I’ve seen you grow in front of me So I beg thee, to let me be…part of history Oh could it be, I’m glistening, just look into my eyes Finally got you listening, so now, give me a piece of that sweet little paradise?