Generations Lyrics

That's six Generations

Not a long time since my bloodline was free

From the exploitations

You ain't never been in the fields

Unless you were trapped in a full plantation

That's the curse of a century

Civilizations live off the will of a cruel foundation

That's six Generations

Not a long time since my bloodline was free

From the exploitations

You ain't never been in the fields

Unless you were trapped in a full plantation

That's the curse of a century

Civilizations live off the will of a cruel foundation

Shipped to the seas to the unknown land

Taken away from the motherland

They call it a world that's new

The West Indies where the sugar's due

A land with a beautiful view

But still with a past that lurks so cruel

Colonization, brutalization

Genocides, inflicted a full damnation

Woke up in the creek of a deck

Where nothing's left

But I'm still tryna find what's left

Seeing my brother deceased

Will I be free or

Will I be next

This tension, tension

Got me asking all of these questions

Pray to God for a rightful answer

Will there ever be a due salvation

That's six Generations

Not a long time since my bloodline was free

From the exploitations

You ain't never been in the fields

Unless you were trapped in a full plantation

That's the curse of a century

Civilizations live off the will of a cruel foundation

That's six Generations

Not a long time since my bloodline was free

From the exploitations

You ain't never been in the fields

Unless you were trapped in a full plantation

That's the curse of a century

Civilizations live off the will of a cruel foundation

Just touched down on the land that's new

Found myself besold on an auction

Burned and marks oh way too shocked

Oh how so cruel that a soul can be

Like when will I ever be free

I'm tired of the whips that crack on my skin

Bruised so broken thick from the pain that I've got to to just bare

Trapped in a cage, surrounded by nature

Picking up canes for the overseer

Seeing my peers be mutilated

Made me a husk that's living in fear

All of these screams I hear

They're ringing in all of my ears

Now I've got to make it clear

That I'll never back down, I'll be so sure

That's six Generations

Not a long time since my bloodline was free

From the exploitations

You ain't never been in the fields

Unless you were trapped in a full plantation

That's the curse of a century

Civilizations live off the will of a cruel foundation

That's six Generations

Not a long time since my bloodline was free

From the exploitations

You ain't never been in the fields

Unless you were trapped in a full plantation

That's the curse of a century

Civilizations live off the will of a cruel foundation

Won't submit to the will of a coward

So I've got to take it there

Gather militias, Soon be vicious

Rough and tough if you've got an issue

We'll be free from the master's glare

Clear it off with freedom's stare

Keep them trapped on the island's wrath

Ready to burn away all the rats

Pray on the gods and pray on ancestors

We'll soon be free, I can feel it glea

Gotta make sure that we've tried our best

If we're gonna hang on the tree of death

That's six Generations

Not a long time since my bloodline was free

From the exploitations

You ain't never been in the fields

Unless you were trapped in a full plantation

That's the curse of a century

Civilizations live off the will of a cruel foundation

That's six Generations

Not a long time since my bloodline was free

From the exploitations

You ain't never been in the fields

Unless you were trapped in a full plantation

That's the curse of a century

Civilizations live off the will of a cruel foundation

Later, later

After so much bloodshed we're finally free

Divide and conquer still on a whim

So really can we truly say

Now we're against our ways

No way that we ain't never learned from our mistakes

But the trauma still passed down

How can we escape from all of this drama

My children are covered in laughter

From all of the suffering after

Families passed down all of the grief

To the point that we're buried in hate

But still is it really too late

To just spark up another debate

Or maybe the systems rigged

To the point that we gotta just build a new rig