1619

I shine as bright as the moon
Skin as black as the nighttime
They killin' the youth
Slippin' away at the life line
Pardon me, if a part of me just can’t let it go
They told me when I was 12, my people, they came in boats
12.5 million shipped to the new world
10.4 probably made it to the new world
1619 marked in my history
Cotton pickin', no
God giving what was meant for me
I don’t want your reparations, save it
I see children in the street shot dead on the pavement
Blood bubblin'
gotta fight for his soul, let’s get to rumblin'
I could see the porch on the White House tumblin'
Kickin' down the doors on the motherfuckin' government
Wait, reload, reload
Gotta' take that, we know, we know
Tellin' I’m a liar, no!