I was borned under the strength of burning Sun Calmly living in peace I've heard the sound of a gun Why would you kill us all take our richness our gold? Our Ivory, our trees, our hopes and our homes Turned your market to black Handcuffed me to the helm Hanged our head at your living room Made of our lifes hell Beaten all women down Raped and silenced them all Made of our lives your own product to sell Why'd you broke our spirits down Why make us victims of bounds Why'd you spill blood in on our sacred ground Stole our souls our lives, but we stand, burn racists down Piles of Bones to erect Blood to paint all their path Thus be made of their heaven Through our hell Carrying goods on our backs Crafting their world by our hardened hands And what you call yours you've stolen from our grounds Why'd you broke our spirits down? Why make us victims of bounds? Why'd you spill blood on our sacred ground Stole our souls our lives, but we stand, burn racists down