Our African ancestors have suffered through murder, torture, and rape
Fighting against a personality beaten into us, that constantly tries to escape
Racists say we’re dangerous and violent
They tell their kids to stay away
But how’s that what they say when this dissension is just an extension of how they mistreated us that way
With the blisters on our hands and feet, the whip marks on our backs
Oh yes, God knows I have whip marks on my back
They’re just invisible to those who can’t see why I’m torn just because I was born black
Alienated by the very land my predecessors cultivated
Denied my rights because the melanin in my skin is evident
Hatred is no justification for a 400 year cycle of sin
And still it goes on
Racism may take different shapes but its power is still strong
Prejudice is inherited
Passed down from generations, spread throughout nations, and used to ensnare us in it
When the whip first cracked it created this trap
One only inescapable when you think you’re not capable of fighting back
This should spark a fire in the soul of every black
We were forcefully brought here, yet told we don’t belong here
How can a people group stand for that
The waves of change cannot be found on a slave ship
Justice is attained if you’re willing to claim it
It’s racists who say that we’re dangerous and violent
But we won’t be beaten, and we won’t be silenced