History

History is my story, my story is our story

Not from New York, but I’m a Yankee like Joe Torre

You see, history is written by the one that won

And ain’t it funny it all involves a white man and a gun

Or a white man and some form of mass destruction and vast corruption

Whatever happened to the ones that did the suffering

And that my friends is our story

History is my story, my story is our story

I need to know my past and y’all will not ignore me

I’m the descendant of Indian chiefs and West African kings

And I’m deserving of all the respect holding those positions brings

But instead I’m harassed and treated like a second class citizen

And that my friend is how the story goes

History is my story, my story is our story

We’re the seeds of God, all this violence is real boring

Dr. King had a dream that we could live together, no matter creed or color

But the dream became the living nightmare of us warring with one another

Why does color matter, we’re all the same on the inside

We were born the same way, bleed the same color, and in the end we’re all gonna die

But the difference is the legacy we leave behind

And that is the true meaning of history

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