See my blood boils from the way I've been mistreated
In a land I can't call my own
But my past makes me afraid of home
I was put here as property
So the lighter shade can make gross on their monopoly
Now years later I'm looked as a threat
With no self respect
Coming out of my neck to the next
Brother and sister
Calling them es and s
I'm a master to my un-proud history
All because of what society did to me
So right now if your not getting me
This is a poem of my BLACK HISTORY