Ghosts of Colony

Ghosts of the aftermath
Indigenes white lands colonized
Like trees and the buffalo tongue
Uprooted or carved out as comforts offering
Sold their criticized souls to reserves
Preserve our rights

Fuck out our toxins
Flush them with music & rhyme
A prison of thought where whites divine
My mental speed perplexed the tongue
Formatted a slave to uncolonize
Our prejudice ain’t divine

Outcasts imprisoned by rights
Drinking while breathing on bags
We be looking down on their way of life
Our white right to victimize
Demand our freedom

Flush our toxins
It’s the least could do
Disturb the prejudice past
Embrace proper hand gestures
To make others feel alive