In Black Eyes

What do I know?

What do I know? If I don’t know my face.

If I don’t have a past

If I don’t have a past because I don’t have a race.

Because my kin got displaced.

Because my kin got enslaved.

Because my kin had to survive

Because my kin had to survive as others were killed and raped.

Because my kin has no name.

And my kin has no way..

And my kin has no way.. to hide from the bitter truth

And my kin has no way.. to hide from the bitter truth that the past only leads to shame.

As the present only wants me dead

As the present only wants me dead and I’m left with these thoughts in my head.

That’s why my kin had to create

That’s why my kin had to create to find a means to escape.

Though my roots are in a country where I’m shamed for past mistakes.

And I wasn’t even there,

And I wasn’t even there, I’m just left with the slap in my face.

As my kin had to fight for the stakes.

And my skin had to fight for a place.

When dreaming was unfathomable

since freedom was even imaginable.

Through blood and tears, we found the faith to persevere.

To find the light in the hate though the risks were still severe.

Do I dare even shed a tear?

Do I dare even shed a tear? If there woes is what you would hear.

It was a fight for life from the start...

It was a fight for life from the start... and the fight for life didn’t dart.

As we fight for an essence of liberty.

A dream to hold and made memory.

If the world could wield such a deafening cry

that every human could feel

that every human could feel and heal...

that every human could feel and heal... if we try.

If we try to see why

If we try to see why there is so much anger

If we try to see why there is so much anger in black eyes

and we go back in time

and we go back in time to find why anger

and we go back in time to find why anger fills black lives.

So I hope this rewind

So I hope this rewind did show how history revives.

To tell a tale and see why..

To tell a tale and see why.. theres is rage and anger in black eyes.