The True Story Never Told

Yeah, they said it’s the land of the free…

But freedom came in pieces, over centuries.

Let’s talk about it.

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1492, a ship hit the shore,

Columbus said “new world,” but it wasn’t before.

People lived, people thrived, they had nations and pride,

But disease and the sword took millions’ lives.

Plantations rose on the backs of the stolen,

Chains and cotton fields, pain unspoken.

“Liberty and justice,” they said out loud,

While auctions were held in the same damn town.

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Oh, America, land of the brave,

Built by the hands of the lost and enslaved.

Dreams in the dirt, blood in the clay,

Still we rise, still we stay.

This is the story they don’t tell,

The real one we know too well.

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Revolution came, “all men created,”

But half the nation still segregated.

Trail of Tears, black codes, Jim Crow laws,

Every right had a hidden clause.

Immigrants came through Ellis gates,

Chased the light, met the hate.

Factory hands, railroad ties,

Built the dream while being denied.

Women marched, said “we got a voice,”

Stonewall rose, they made a choice.

From Selma streets to Harlem nights,

Freedom always had to fight.

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Oh, America, land of the brave,

Built by the hands of the lost and enslaved.

Dreams in the dirt, blood in the clay,

Still we rise, still we stay.

This is the story they don’t tell,

The real one we know too well.

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From the cotton fields to city steel,

From protests to Capitol Hill.

Every scar, every song, every fight,

Made the stars and stripes shine bright.

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We the people, still becoming free,

Still chasing that American dream.

From the pain came melody,

This is our true history.