| Blood and bones are what we’re made of
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| Not enough steel to reconcile
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| Crying out into the darkness
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| One sure way to feel alive
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| Demon mouths lined with halos
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| Thinly veiled, but no surprise
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| Rest assured, a welcomed surplus
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| Of systematic lies
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| This child ain’t mine but my hands are tied
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| She’s a life of bounty, and her skin is white
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| Under my care she’ll play and thrive
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| In a few years, I’ll be cast aside
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| I was once a noble daughter
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| Our kingdom spanned the breadth of Ghana
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| But I was captured for the silver
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| Sent across the sea to a land unknown
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| Our rival sold me to some white men
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| Skin as though it came from heaven
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| When they bound us to their will
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| They trapped themselves in hell as well
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| Blood and bones are what we’re made of
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| Not enough steel to reconcile
|
| Crying out into the darkness
|
| One sure way to feel alive
|
| Demon mouths lined with halos
|
| Thinly veiled, but no surprise
|
| Rest assured, a welcomed surplus
|
| Of systematic lies
|
| One brother white, the other black
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| One brother loved and the other’s
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| One brother kept, the other sold
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| Kinship denied is kinship still
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| Bred in bone and bathed in blood
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| Two brothers begged for light and love
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| White father twisting his own soul
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| To deny what all must know
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| Blood and bones are what we’re made of
|
| Not enough steel to reconcile
|
| Crying out into the darkness
|
| One sure way to feel alive
|
| Demon mouths lined with halos
|
| Thinly veiled, but no surprise
|
| Rest assured, a welcomed surplus
|
| Of systematic lies
|
| Blood and bones are what we’re made of
|
| Not enough steel to reconcile
|
| Crying out into the darkness
|
| One sure way to feel alive
|
| Demon mouths lined with halos
|
| Thinly veiled, but no surprise
|
| Rest assured, a welcomed surplus
|
| Of systematic lies |