Bottom of the Totem Pole
Ripped us from our homes
And starved us to our bones
Some how it was our fault
We are put in situations to always start lower
We were placed and worked for the white mans money
They say they worked for it and people have come ups it’s not an excuse
Let’s talk old money these people had labor for free of the expense of the black man
We were finally free only to endure even more torture
We just want rights the white men are had
White man was scared ;Blacks will come superior
Don’t forget It was your white ancestors who decided that
That they were too good for work
So they ripped us from homes
They took and dragged us to their countries
Used and abused us for themselves
Raped our women killed our men
And we are at the bottom of the totem pole
We are starved to our bones
And it’s our fault
We are set free and we think finally we are at peace
Maybe we will be free to roam
Sadly that’s not the case
We have are to blame for all things bad for years to come
It’s like the white man forgot how we’ve become
We didn’t choose this life you choose for us
This is what we were given we are told to make a better life for us ...
But we start at the bottom of the totem pole
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