I was borned under the strength of burning Sun
Calmly living in peace I've heard the sound of a gun
Why would you kill us all take our richness our gold?
Our Ivory, our trees, our hopes and our homes
Turned your market to black
Handcuffed me to the helm
Hanged our head at your living room
Made of our lifes hell
Beaten all women down
Raped and silenced them all
Made of our lives your own product to sell

Why'd you broke our spirits down
Why make us victims of bounds
Why'd you spill blood in on our sacred ground
Stole our souls our lives, but we stand, burn racists down

Piles of Bones to erect
Blood to paint all their path
Thus be made of their heaven
Through our hell
Carrying goods on our backs
Crafting their world by our hardened hands
And what you call yours you've stolen from our grounds

Why'd you broke our spirits down?
Why make us victims of bounds?
Why'd you spill blood on our sacred ground
Stole our souls our lives, but we stand, burn racists down