| Any dream can become a nightmare
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| If we never wake from it
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| Any person can seem like a devil
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| When their story and history are lost to lies
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| We are blinded by falsehoods and weak mythology
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| We are called to wake
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| We are called to rise
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| The opposite of oppression is liberation
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| Together we can confront the bloodstained chapters of our stories
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| And write with new ink
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| Pages of reconciliation and forgiveness
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| It is time for an exorcism
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| To expel the demons which have separated us
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| To purge our souls from the toxic claims of whiteness
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| To walk gloriously into that great truth we have always known
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| We are family
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| When my father handed me the lash
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| Taught me false tradition
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| Separate my family white from black
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| Consecrate division
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| I was young and ignorant of grace
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| Lived as they had taught me
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| Down in the river
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| I claim my sins
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| Cast the devil off me
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| Pray the pale white devil back to hell
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| Blessed be my witness
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| Pray the pale white devil back to hell
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| Cry for my forgiveness
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| When the demons beckoned me to come
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| Why did I believe them
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| Named my brother as three fifths a man
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| Left his body bleeding
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| Claimed my sister as their property
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| Used her for their pleasure
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| Pray the pale white devil back to hell
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| Cleanse my sins forever
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| Look at me and what do you see
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| See somebody up in a tree
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| Saying don’t lie to us
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| At the worst of times
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| I see nursery rhymes
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| Too anonymous to believe
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| I’d rewrite them posthumously
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| But we can’t wipe the blood from these leaves
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| It’s inside of us
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| Like a demon spawn
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| Conceived deep beyond
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| Pray to God for us to be free
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| I first caught him in the valley where the water was tainted
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| Followed on the map and saw the spot where it was painted
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| The bottle was ancient
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| Fiddle with the folds of a riddle made sacred
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| 7 million dollars out of only one sl-p
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| From the mystery run
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| Screaming oh my God it’s begun
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| Now we read prophecies of our progeny
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| And the monsters they have become
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| What the hell have we done?
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| Pray the pale white devil back to hell
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| Make my soul unbroken
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| Pray the pale white devil back to hell
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| Let my eyes be opened
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| Hip hop is transphobic
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| I speak the statement seeking its irrelevance
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| When it’s said the further from hell it gets
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| So why call BLM some terrorists
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| We did the same with Martin
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| And worse with the suffragettes
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| First resistance
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| Forgiveness is coming next
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| Before the wing is the cell of the chrysalis
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| The catalyst to something else
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| They’d pay attention
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| If I eliminated a Mona Lisa
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| When God’s masterpieces are
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| Killed with increasing frequency
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| Imitate immortals just to get someone to listen
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| We are building up a world that changes shame into contrition
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| We have named our mission
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| Praying, not condemning
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| Blood relations are craving witness
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| Liberation from this nation’s sickness
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| We will win with no malice and no militias
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| Speak truth to your neighbor
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| For we are all members of one body
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| Be angry and sin not
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| Do not let the sun go down on your wrath
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| Nor give place to the devil
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| Our weapon will not be righteousness
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| Our tool will be humanity
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| Pray the pale white devil back to hell
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| Shout him from the heavens
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| Usher in the souls long cast aside
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| Beg for resurrection
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| Turn and face your savior eye to eye
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| Stand for your conviction
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| Pray the pale white devil back to hell
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| 'Til the Lord is risen |