A hateful breed

From the trees we hung

 in the midsummer breeze

Unforgivable never to be freed

left with the scars where we were once kings 

Killed in time and you think we’ve got rights 

yet we still see the hate in a white mans eyes

Grateful for nothing 

you caused our suffering 

yet you expect praise from our knees 

We’ll never forget the pains our ancestors have endured

from the whip wounds we all still bleed 

You say to get over it

like it’s just the fact that you called me out of my name

No this a disgrace

call me nigger to my face

but you are the ones to blame