As we walk in silence
They march with violence
On our ancestors' streets,
( I'm ) tired
Tired of marching on my ancestors' streets
I wanna write we did it,
wanna write why it took us so long
I wanna bring them beautiful songs,
Tell them how the world has written its wrongs
Tell them that we finally belong,
But what a pipe dream that is
So instead I Say sorry
Sorry that we've been marching for this long
Sorry that the world only cares enough to edit their wrongs,
Sorry,
I tell the work so we have to keep marching on .
That we've been marching for so long
