My enemies acting friendly distorting my past,
We know history needed generations of great Black men.
Stop portraying this illusion that won’t last,
Years of lies and stripping origins from our ken.
You are not without sin but the first stone was cast,
Eyes were blinded to your trash but that was then.
I woke up putting your fallacies on blast,
I refuse to lose and remain sleep with you pigs in this American pen.