Born of pain cursed to live that way

A forgotten name marked with shame

Guilt by association becomes your fame

 

A stolen name becomes the scares on the back of a forgotten man.

Fading away to become the dust of another land

Bitterness replaced by forgiveness justice is a slap of the back of a hand.

 

Born of pain the mind struggle the mental slaying 

The community broke apart day after day.

Families striving for a better way

 

A stolen name becomes a nations bitterness

Contempt for the past without forgiveness

Celebrating a heritage of hatefulness

 

Born of pain crushed by the inhumanity 

No matter how sharp the knife we still bleed

Reparations will not make you free

 

A stolen name becomes the bust on the history page.

A platform of uneducated political rage

Fact and feeling become the moves of this game.

 

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