"HISTORY" is a very slavery, oppression based song. It speaks on the control of people who eventually revolted for emancipation, the feeling of being a coloured person in the United States, and mental slavery, being controlled by societal views and rules.

The second half speaks is a verse which craftily speaks on the control that leaders such as politicians have, who aren't as real as they make themselves appear to be. It also speaks on how I intend for my music to be both entertaining yet fully my views and feelings. This is truly the anthem of the album for me.


Born in the Caribbean sea,
And all I see is the reality that Uncle Sam's afraid of me
And his only goal’s enslaving me,
And all I feel is weight on me from 1791-1833…

But tell me why you think they would revolt,
Because you told us we were nothing
And we weren't giving in to oppression,
And my depression is that centuries later
I'm still met with the chance of being shot for my skin...

The kinda thing that makes me hate, makes me can't relate,
You claim that you discovered the "New World"
But in reality your obliviousness to the "True World"
Makes you believe that you discovered a place where people always resided,

And I'm finding out you're blacking out these things from history,
On contrary I should say whiting out cause that's the misery, the evil,
Teaching white man, real man, white promise,
Some people say there's black devil and white goddess,

I'm just being modest because it's countlessly occurring,
And now not everybody's racist with hatred,
But pretending I'm completely safe
When I walked through the states, in ‘08,

I'd be naive believing I can’t walk around the place
Without somebody thinking I got a gun,
I'm gonna rob this place, I'm gonna kill your son,
I'm disgraced by these opinions of my skin,
I've met my fair share of racism…

Post colonialism, the abolition of slavery,
The waving of the system away,
But what remains is a mentality
Where blacks are not allowed to be who they want to be,
Instead portrayed by what they're see on the TV screen,

I know who you want me to be,
In a society predominantly populated by individuals like me,
Born with my type of hair,
You cover it so that you won't be offended,
You seem embarrassed of your own culture,

And you so candidly display that it's true,
Because my brothers and sisters have suffered 'cause of you,
You hide your faces, feeling complacent
That you always get away with control,
And I know that in your eyes I'm inferior,
You prioritized the industry…

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I was never good at math but I knew you were a factor
Never was a farmer but I knew you could attract her,
Lyrical master, not a miracle, I'll rhyme faster,
Increase its quality, you see I'm not illiterate,

The endless spit, my chest burning,
My youth yielding to the evil people, tables turning,
I only sing for better days and all praise is be to my God
Cause all my enemies are gone,
My style is so intricate that you may miss the true meaning of what's important and what's not?

Who determines that, the same wicked people at corner shops?
Who then call the shots on how to run the nation,
Some of these people need purification.

Look at their faces, bloodthirsty for validation,
I recognized this at an early age, there is a Satan,
Idolize no one… the true person's identity,
You put your faith in them but they nazi (not see)…

I'm just reciting my thoughts though,
Wrote this in 5 sitting on the couch at home,
Thinking about my future and who I'm influencing,
These thoughts fill me like influenza, ‘fraid of the truth,
You might not like me cause I'm talking 'bout you

And I don't care how long this song goes,
This song is filled with sorrows
And this instrumental is a product of my expression (depression)
Produced, mixed, and mastered it,

I never took a lesson
These are my confessions,
Is the world the religion
And religion what keeps us in oppression?

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Just bury me in the ocean with my ancestors that jumped from the ships…

‘Cause they knew death was better than bondage.