In a stolen land
Built by a stolen people
No one's
No one's illegal
In a land that was stolen
Built by a people stolen
No one's illegal, own it
Free, but do they know it?
How can it be made right?
Fight or flight?
It's a power shift
For reparations
Hey, Mr. brown man
Your skin's not white, man
You want to be them
You're in a lion's den
Hey girl your skin's dark
And your mother's tongue is strange
Money won't change the angle
The rope is ready to strangle
When the standards change
Based on your race
And shoot you down
When your hands are raised
When they used a cake
To justify their hate
And desecrate your soil
To move their oil
Hey girl your mother tongue
They'll find strange
Your money won't change
The strangling
Hey immigrant
And child listen up
Don't forget your mother land
And lend a helping hand
How can it be made right?
Fight or flight?
It's a power shift
For reparations
Of the people
For the people
By the people
Which people