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
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