[Verse 1]
Twenty-twenty-six, I’m alive in the now,
Never owned another human, never wanted it anyhow.
Never cracked a whip, never forged somebody’s chain,
So don’t assign me guilt for a stranger’s ancient reign.
I recognize the horror, acknowledge every scar,
Without pretending yesterday determines who we are.
Slavery wasn’t born with one complexion or creed,
Across continents, people captured people for greed.
Africans enslaved Africans, Europeans enslaved too,
Ottomans, Arabs, Asians—history proves it’s true.
That doesn’t erase suffering, don’t twist what I say,
It means truth gets bigger when you widen the frame.
If facts shake your worldview, let it fall—
Truth shouldn’t fear investigation.
Facts don’t need permission, and questions aren’t attacks.
[Chorus]
Lift the veil, look beyond what they taught,
Separate history from the hatred it brought.
Don’t inherit somebody else’s ancient sin,
Don’t let a label decide who you’ve been.
Black, white, brown—human blood runs red,
If we really want the truth, examine it all—
Not just the pieces that fit the ideology wall.
If evidence contradicts your view, don’t bury the call.
[Verse 2]
I’m not denying slavery—hell no, it was real,
I’m saying history’s deeper than the narrative we feel.
Victims and villains came from nations worldwide,
Reducing every chapter leaves evidence denied.
America has its own brutal stain,
A system built on bondage that caused generations pain.
But guilt isn’t genetic, shame isn’t inherited,
You aren’t responsible for crimes you never committed.
Honor the dead without condemning the living,
Judge people by their actions, not the color of their skin,
Otherwise you fight prejudice while letting prejudice win.
[Bridge]
Don’t burn the book—
Read every page.
Don’t edit the past
To manufacture rage.
Truth isn’t black.
Truth isn’t white.
Truth is what survives
When you turn on the light.
[Verse 3]
If reparations are the question, question the claim:
What exactly is owed, by whom, and in whose name?
Who pays for a crime that wasn’t theirs to commit or design?
That’s not hatred—it’s a question worth asking.
Call me ignorant, racist, hateful, insane—
Insults ain’t evidence and accusations ain’t claims.
If I’m wrong, bring receipts; I’ll examine the proof,
Truth needs no intimidation to stand as truth.
No inherited enemies, no predetermined roles,
No guilt passed down through generations or souls—
Just human beings trying to understand the whole.
[Final Chorus]
Lift the veil, look beyond what they taught,
Separate history from the hatred it brought.
Don’t inherit somebody else’s ancient sin,
Don’t let a label decide who you’ve been.
Black, white, brown—human blood runs red,
History belongs to everyone living and dead.
If we really want the truth, examine it all—
The biggest prison might be walls in our thoughts.
[Outro]
Question everything.
Even me.
If truth can’t survive a question,
Maybe it wasn’t truth.