Sometimes it hurts to know the truth.
It hurts to know that this is reality and you can't change anything.
Why so scared
little girl?
Is it the tinfoil
wrapped around your bones?
My footsteps
Why so scared
little girl?
Is it the tinfoil
wrapped around your bones?
My footsteps
I have a fire within me
An inferno barely contained
within the crevices of my soul
Tell me all about this name that was formed
It was given to me the day I was born
The boycott taking place and people protesting for my race, but what are we trying to chase if the president ain't leaving his
At varying moments through
At varying moments through
Who We Are
Imagine this
Your ancestors living life free,
-and yet i am still breating
feeling
she is gone but i still feel her spirit surrounding me
