What the picture says

I will god you like your Sango
your tongue and blisters will rhyme with go.
I will master your heart
split the locks and leave keys apart.
You will not move without my know
even when your pride becomes low
your halo is by my hand
in my lips you will find your wand.
Do not run
Do not run dear Kunta
for I know you by your shadow.
On your black skin will you carry me
the name I give thee is what cannot flee,
no canal can take you home
Accept it dear boy, this is your tomb

Ruddapoet