I spoke to a righteous couple
From a distant land
Who crafted jewels for the hearts of man
They spoke to me with a native tongue
About foreign affairs and what’s to come
Century’s later 1555
The diaspora divided their tribe
Sent abroad
To farm the land that was robbed
Europe and Spain profited from our pain
Century’s passed
Now they say I’m Free at last
But how can I be free
if I’m still in captivity
No more Hernando Cortez Francisco Pizarro
Now I’m labeling my sorrow
Forgetting about Clever yet horrific endeavors
That tainted my skin
To a brighter mixture of Melanin
I’m settling
Without Knowledge of self
Worshiping the green god of wealth
Until I mastered sovereignty
reaching my character with honesty
Reminding me
To righteously divide my time
In the wilderness of Americas Paradigm
Now I’m
Rendering my spiritual pass
So that actual facts last
Escapando
Taken heed
As the original seed
-Muluc
