Once upon my time
i was a worker in a farm
day and night
i had bruises in my palm
I have no rights
that is system that held us tight
Respect the light skins
As your owner
I own y'all.
Story of my roots
It was written with lies.
where is the truth
We had discovers
they recovered our discovery
and recorded them as one the discovers
the media is poison...... 
they use to poison our mind.....
to believe
like eve
believed in the Garden
Story of my roots
will never be told
as i witness the weakness of my oppressors
but God knows
the truth about our roots

Once upon a time..