What do I speak of?
Of self-actualization and the pursuit of happiness
Of class movements, where you are not stuck where you are for life
I speak of what the fathers wrote,
I speak of our fathers' hopes.
Before those slavers from Europe,
Did what they always did well.
Before they slaughtered who should have been sisters & brothers
In this beautiful land, in our united country
You have been robbed of your destinies
They split us up into factions
From broken borders, to cliques
Secret courts, where throats are choked
Like behind closed doors
Information they keep from you
Or hold over your head
Like a rope around the neck
From freaks who feel nothing but empty
And only feel pleasure from deriving pain
Who are concerned with only their own back
Not even sacred is family
Blood is like water
All that matters is physical pleasure for the self

Remember our westward expansion,
God was not there with us.

It was savageness perpetrated
On a native populace