Darkness flows through the veins
Of the men who lack understanding
Of who they are
So busy shining in someone's light
That when they are pushed out, they
Are officially lost

Desperate are the children
Who die from lack of history
Who identify themselves as gang bangers
Who picks up the gun and
Points it at their own brethren

Confused are the school children
Who go to school and learn
But not learn everything
They hear about Alexander Graham Bell, Christopher Columbus, and Pythagoras
People they can't personally look up to
So they fall deep into the mousetraps
Of the world

Sorry are the people who knew
But didn't warn
They didn't warn the next generation
That the world is a bad place
And we are strong people

They didn't tell us that
Unity is what makes us win
Division makes us fall.
They didn't tell us that the sun
Rises in the east and sets in west

They never told us about
Hope as bright as the sun
Who rises and is set in the
Heart of those who are willinng to tell
So tell us that story again
Sing us the slave's chorus
So we could at least have
Something we could call our own