We’ve lost the touch of history, you see
Where’s the truth? I can’t find it?
Stuck in the glorified puddles of a White Man’s history
I was too caught up, you see
In my own ignorance, I flourished
One would contradict the other, but I would know
Didn’t I know? What was taught to me by a different voice, a different face?
Who do I trust? Oh, but I still flourished
They’re both the same.
Spouting lies that I can’t debate
If it’s in a book it must be true
Isn’t that the case?
I tell them, I scream
I say nothing
Isn’t that how it’s meant to be?
All I see are faces
What am I meant to know?
What am I meant to see?
Do not lie to me, I can see.
It’s all I see, the faces.