Metamorphosis

My people were said to be conjured out of mother’s land 
said she bore us into a new world that does not love 
and left our body free for deterioration 
made us walk in decomposition
Amongst those who have already claimed the title of the walking dead for themselves 

And raised us, in the land of decree 
Drenched in red everyday, but leaving nothing but
white footsteps and our own blue faces 

Chained by DNA, my body contains over 400 years of rage and anger 
I am the voice the weary
Intertwined with 402 years of my ancestors blood 
bursting through my veins
Fighting for me to survive 

To hold onto my humanity in the most inhumane circumstances 
We must all chose whether or not to be a monster
To be on the side of good or evil 

You tell me, what profits a man to gain the world but lose his soul
A lifeless vessel powered by death  
The wages of sin must be repaid in blood 
And my people’s debt is stretched to the core of the earth 

We’ve been displaced our entire lives… should we even try 
To break free from the world, 
And untie the lie that hides beneath the tide 

It will require the sacrifice of life, the exodus & betrayal from the world
Who we thought, we knew so well - would shatter the ground beneath us 
And there we were aware of the truth, living proof metamorphosis  

They told me, mother nearly died waiting for us to realize that she had always loved us 
That she had no business telling the world right from wrong 
And that the world took us from her 

Deep rooted dirt to grow green, 
The world got greedy, wanted more than what my mother would ever give and so they decided to take the most precious thing to her 

In her anger, it is said that mother will one day open up the ground and swallow 
all whom bare tethered to all we have now 
But she cannot leave her children in the land of the walking dead, 

You tell me, what profits a man to gain the world but lose his soul
A lifeless vessel powered by death 
The wages of sin must be repaid in blood 
And the world’s debt is stretched to the core of the earth 

What will happen when democracy dies in darkness? 
When the leaders of the free world, become chained to the land of the free 
When no comes to save them from their sins 
Perpetrated against the ground it self and my people

When we return to mother, I will breathe in heavy and exhale 
Debt-free, saved me from a land who wanted to see me burn 
Tables turn, lessoned learn 
Once last becomes first and gets the final laugh
But nothing is funny 
about a nation embalmed in flames