Shackles are heavy on the wrist.
Stacked like sardines, belly of a ship.
Live in your own p*** and s*** and being seasick.
Cracked across the back with a thick leather whip.
Salt water burn through your wounds.
Women are starving with babies in their wombs.
On your hands and knees trying to cry God please.
Exhausted your voice is too weak to speak.
Neighbors and strangers are dying beside you.
Their decaying bodies you're tied to.
Cling tight to your fight for survival.
Wonder if your tribe will ever try to find you.
Arrive somewhere strange, the air is cold.
You can see your breath and you're barely clothed.
Your first time ever seeing snow.
Sleeping next to it on a hard dirt floor.
Go from can't seeing see in the morning to can't see at night.
You work till your hands bleed white.
Your native language you can't recite.
Murdered on sight if you try to read or write.
When you bend all of your life and can't see the light,
It get's painful to stand upright. Right?
And your eyes bear the sight of your wife
being being pulled out your shack and brutalized at night.
You only taste joy when babies are born,
which became an occasion to mourn.
Separated, torn from your celebrating arms
then as quickly as they came they were gone.
Sold away from your farm this is all they've known.
Never heard stories from home.
They forget your name the c**ture from which you came.
Teaching it'll get you slain.
Praying to your god will get you the same
and tortured to near death lest you complain.
No choice left you sing through the pain
and pray that your suffering wasn't in vain.
End of your chain, end of your life.
Your grandchildren born with no end in sight.
So you muster up all of your might
And your last breath comes out, fight.
This is actually true.
Now stop and imagine that's you.
Now stop imagining unravel the truth
and ask just who is it happening to.
Everything that the passenger do,
the driver experience too.
So if humanity is one then we all get burned
when it's hell that we're traveling through.
You've got to save my soul.
Put me back together make me whole.
Said we don't know which way to go.
Take my hand and place me on that road.
Trapped in a history we don't understand.
Can't remember how this blood got on our hands.
Never been taught about the ugly past.
Expecting God not to punish man.
Our ancestors brought us control.
We realize now that the cost was our soul.
Got me feeling like an empty shell.
Prison guard that inherited a cell.
I'm desperate to find my place.
Emptiness lies behind my face.
Flowers only die in a vase.
A heart only dies encased in a lie we call race.
I hear the song but I can't sing along.
Something's really wrong I can't put my finger on.
Terrified to admit it's wrong,
cause I'm hiding in the ruins of a legacy that still lives on.
Our identity is hinged upon the miserable myth
we've been taught since we're born.
Until we mend what was torn,
the debt of a sin lingers long after the vicitims' moans.
This is actually true.
Now stop and imagine that's you.
Now stop imagining unravel the truth
and ask just who is it happening to.
Everything that the passenger do,
the driver experience too.
So if humanity is one then we all get burned
when it's hell that we're traveling through.
You've got to save my soul.
Put me back together make me whole.
Said we don't know which way to go.
Take my hand and place me on that road.
Stacked like sardines, belly of a ship.
Live in your own p*** and s*** and being seasick.
Cracked across the back with a thick leather whip.
Salt water burn through your wounds.
Women are starving with babies in their wombs.
On your hands and knees trying to cry God please.
Exhausted your voice is too weak to speak.
Neighbors and strangers are dying beside you.
Their decaying bodies you're tied to.
Cling tight to your fight for survival.
Wonder if your tribe will ever try to find you.
Arrive somewhere strange, the air is cold.
You can see your breath and you're barely clothed.
Your first time ever seeing snow.
Sleeping next to it on a hard dirt floor.
Go from can't seeing see in the morning to can't see at night.
You work till your hands bleed white.
Your native language you can't recite.
Murdered on sight if you try to read or write.
When you bend all of your life and can't see the light,
It get's painful to stand upright. Right?
And your eyes bear the sight of your wife
being being pulled out your shack and brutalized at night.
You only taste joy when babies are born,
which became an occasion to mourn.
Separated, torn from your celebrating arms
then as quickly as they came they were gone.
Sold away from your farm this is all they've known.
Never heard stories from home.
They forget your name the c**ture from which you came.
Teaching it'll get you slain.
Praying to your god will get you the same
and tortured to near death lest you complain.
No choice left you sing through the pain
and pray that your suffering wasn't in vain.
End of your chain, end of your life.
Your grandchildren born with no end in sight.
So you muster up all of your might
And your last breath comes out, fight.
This is actually true.
Now stop and imagine that's you.
Now stop imagining unravel the truth
and ask just who is it happening to.
Everything that the passenger do,
the driver experience too.
So if humanity is one then we all get burned
when it's hell that we're traveling through.
You've got to save my soul.
Put me back together make me whole.
Said we don't know which way to go.
Take my hand and place me on that road.
Trapped in a history we don't understand.
Can't remember how this blood got on our hands.
Never been taught about the ugly past.
Expecting God not to punish man.
Our ancestors brought us control.
We realize now that the cost was our soul.
Got me feeling like an empty shell.
Prison guard that inherited a cell.
I'm desperate to find my place.
Emptiness lies behind my face.
Flowers only die in a vase.
A heart only dies encased in a lie we call race.
I hear the song but I can't sing along.
Something's really wrong I can't put my finger on.
Terrified to admit it's wrong,
cause I'm hiding in the ruins of a legacy that still lives on.
Our identity is hinged upon the miserable myth
we've been taught since we're born.
Until we mend what was torn,
the debt of a sin lingers long after the vicitims' moans.
This is actually true.
Now stop and imagine that's you.
Now stop imagining unravel the truth
and ask just who is it happening to.
Everything that the passenger do,
the driver experience too.
So if humanity is one then we all get burned
when it's hell that we're traveling through.
You've got to save my soul.
Put me back together make me whole.
Said we don't know which way to go.
Take my hand and place me on that road.