WHERE WE BEGAN

Shackles are heavy on the wrist

Stacked like sardines in the belly of a ship

Live in your own piss and shit

and being seasick

Cracked across your back

with a thick leather whip

Salt water burns

through your wounds

Women are starving with

babies in their wombs

On your hands and knees

trying to cry God please

Exhausted your voice

is too weak to speak

Neighbors and strangers

are dying beside you

Their decaying bodies

you're tied to

Cling tight to your

fight for survival Wonder

if your tribe will ever try to find you

Arrive somewhere strange,

the air is cold You can

see your breath and you're

barely clothed Your first

time ever seeing snow

Sleeping next to it on a hard dirt floor

Go from can't seeing

in the morning to can't

see at night You work till

your hands bleed white

Your native language you

can't recite Murdered on sight

if you try to read or write

When you bend all of your

life and can't see the light

It get's painful to

stand upright Right? .... Right?

And your eyes bear the sight

of your wife Being being

pulled from your shack

and brutalized at night

You only taste joy when

babies are born

Which becomes an

occasion to mourn

Separated, and torn from

your celebrating arms

Then as quickly as they

came they were gone

Sold away from your farm

this is all they've known

Never heard stories

from home

They forget your name

The culture from

which you came

Teaching it'll get you slain.

Praying to your god

will get you the same

and tortured to near death

lest you complain

No Choice left you sing

through the pain

and pray that your suffering

wasn't in vain

End of your chain,

end of your life

Your grandchildren born

into this nightmare

with no end is sight

So you muster up

all of your might

And your last breath

comes out... fight!

401 years of this

and some things have changed

But the more things change

The more they stay the same

So tell me what shall we do

When the grandchildren of

Your former slave master

Wont let you be successful too

When will we stop with the pain

When the palying field ever be even

When will this end up right

When everyone of yall stand up

With a fist to the sky and say

fuck the consequences

FIGHT!!

JRob & Brother Ali