Descendent

(c) Breeze Vincinz

I'm the great-grandson of the bitches you couldn’t turn

Trying to make me a receptacle of all your pain

I'm the great-grandson of the witches you couldn’t burn

Singing my stolen songs will not stop your rain


Trying to make me a receptacle of all your pain

These buildings you built that slice through the clouds

Singing my stolen songs will not stop your rain

Built on the ground that my people plowed


These buildings you built that slice through the clouds

Millions of colors exist from the poles to the equator

Built on the ground that my people plowed

Demonize my skin when it was assigned by the creator


Millions of colors exist from the poles to the equator

You start these wars because you think my goal is domination

Demonize my skin when it was assigned by the creator

My goal is survival, the rest is your imagination


You start these wars because you think my goal is domination

I'm the great-grandson of the witches you couldn’t burn

My goal is survival, the rest is your imagination

I'm the great-grandson of the bitches you couldn’t turn



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