Four hundred years or more Since you came to crucify They were taken far from home There were promises of paradise But if they had been told that day They would be told that this way To satisfy the souls of chosen men See I had to look carefully At the same of my ancestry To re-define the story line again.
If I was taken for a day And shown another day Every child can learn a different thing See I tried a million times But I had to change my mind Sadness was the best thing I could bring On the inside he was dead and this is what he said As he took away the bloom above the clouds Superiority was clearly meant to be So destiny will manifest in time.
So where has the love all gone A troubled trail of tears will tell the tale Of how I was put down where I don't belong Woman, Child and man for sale For ethical slavery is just an absurdity How can you be alive when you are dead With these chains of hypocrisy The same of my ancestry Forever stained by blood in which you tread.
