Take a step back
To a time past
Old story from the bottom of the f**ing map
Fair skin with the wind behind a rebel flag
Blood is blood but I never had imaged that
My own kin wallowed in ignorance
Burning crosses. A beacon of prejudice
My uncle told me of the clan. Our ancestors
Tethered by blood in this modern AmericaI have to fight for an equal life
I don’t know who would be more surprised
Brown skin ridiculed by blue eyes
World view through a noose or a white hood
It’s all bullsh**. I’m the living proof
You hear me?
I’ll outlast you
Heritage that cuts me like hemorrhage
No homage to ignorant narrative
Weep for my kin soaked in southern blood
I bare the shame of your name and your actions
To the families affected by hatred
My heart breaks. I wish I could change it
Now it’s my time
I am the last of my family’s name
My birth banished the old ways
The final hour. The last say
f** your hate, you mother f**ers