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my blood trickles downto me right here nowand everything i can’t escapethat comes with itto veiled prophet paradesand servants and maidsand hateful things i’ll never knowcuz folks pretend there isn’tand these walls are still plasteredwith minstrel show placardsthey’re flakin’ offbut still i can see ‘ema furled brow â€�that’s fucked upâ€�followed by a nose upin the air lets me goon my way scott freechorus:cuz i am pureat least that’s what they sayso i can be impureand somehow that’s okayLetras de cancionesi’m paralyzed by my own mindtoo scared to mess up sometimescuz lord knowsi’ve done enough damagebut i’m strugglin’ all the sameon fronts with different namesand we all come from milesof pile driven baggagei’m tourist on my own streetand a traitor to my familywhere do i start takin’ intoaccount accountabilityso where do i startand when do i knowi’m not being the saviori was taught to bechorusmy folks didn’t come on the mayflowerand my folks did own slavesand that’s just the kind of bullshit we sayto keep everything the same waymy blood trickles downto me right here nowand the things i wish knowbut i don’tlike the traitors of oldwho defied what they were toldwe’ll have to start writinga history of our ownand one day they’ll say and they won’t be lyingwe were pureat least that’s what they used to sayand when we were impurethose bastards would let us get awaythey’d let us white folks get away From Letras Mania