Get Out

Why do you think my land is yours Because you want to live like me What makes you think you can exploit my dreams Just because I live where all are free My fathers shed their blood for this My brothers, sweat and tears But all you see are the rewards Rewards that belong to my peers I toil every single day So I can pass this culture down To those who will not tarnish it And sell it out for a crown So why do you think my labor Now was stolen from your hand It's sad you live a hopeless life In your twisted, futile land You have your home, defend it Keep your alien culture there Too bad you cannot see the ones That hold you with false prayer Your fathers taught you servitude Your brothers gave you strife You cower in your sacred place Afraid to look at life God gives us a will to forge our way When ancient ways prove vile Release the bonds of servitude Refuse to bear their guile Stand and fight the menace That is your father's creed Or live your life in slavery For that's what your culture breeds Written June 4, 2016