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Purchase “Nomad“ here: Take a step back To a time past Old story from the bottom of the fucking map Fair skin with the wind behind a rebel flag Blood is blood but I never had imaged that My own kin wallowed in ignorance Burning crosses. A beacon of prejudice My uncle told me of the clan. Our ancestors Tethered by blood in this modern AmericaI have to fight for an equal life I don't know who would be more surprised Brown skin ridiculed by blue eyes World view through a noose or a white hood It's all bullshit. I'm the living proof You hear me? I'll outlast you Heritage that cuts me like hemorrhage No homage to ignorant narrative Weep for my kin soaked in southern blood I bare the shame of your name and your actions To the families affected by hatred My heart breaks. I wish I could change it Now it's my time I am the last of my family’s name My birth banished the old ways The final hour. The last say Fuck your hate, you mother fuckers
