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