For too long I’ve stood shackled by the confinement of shame.
The shame of knowing I’m the seed of an African born slave.
The false mentality, that in America, I’ll never truly live free.
The untrue belief, that I’ll be a slave until I go to my grave.
For years, by the American society, it’s beat and bred inside of me.
I was never meant to be apart of the great American delusion.
I’ve been judged to be just the seed of an African born slave.
A slave… Continue