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    Take a step back to a time past
    Old story from the bottom of the fucking 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 America

    I 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 bullshit, I'm the living proof

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    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

    Fuck your hate, you mother fuckers

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