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We keep taking, but you still thrive
You’re never invited, but you still arrive
We keep killing you, but you’re still alive!
You people are like weeds, no matter how hard we try
You grow and refuse to die!
We wiped out the indigenous people
Bent Indian and Asian cultures to our will
But you people refused to break, regardless of how many Africans we’d steal and kill
For centuries we kidnapped kids as slaves
10 to 15% of our human cargo now shares a ocean grave
You people transform despair into music and art
You people built this country, but here’s the crazy part!
When I see you in my office or living in my neighborhood
Instead of being humble and waving hello, I think that you somehow cheated and can’t be up to no good!
How is it possible that you and I can be in the same time and space?
My ancestors OWNED yours, so how can you even afford this place?
We copy and steal your magic
Yet here you are, your life should still be tragic!
The way that the media paints your narrative describes a living hell
You should be poor, dead, in debt, from a broken family, illiterate, in a gang, on drugs, AND in jail!
So I’m puzzled whenever I see you
You must the exception, you cannot the rule?
We forced you to speak our languages and believe in our gods
But YOU freaking people put your own spin on it and still defy the odds!
Maybe we’re insecure, uncomfortable, or unwilling and unable to face this fact
Why haven’t you people retaliated, why don’t you get revenge, when will you finally attack?
