Blood Of f Slaves Minds Of Kings Lyrics

From St. George to Charleston, we tread on these streets

Echoes of the past, where the shadows never sleep

Bloodlines so heavy, we carry the chains

But in the depths of our struggle, we rise through the pain

We carry the blood of slaves, but the minds of kings

Haunted by the history, the sorrow it brings

In the darkness we dwell, hear the whispers of the lost

But we rise from the ashes, no matter the cost

In the alleys of our anguish, we stand fire and rage

Every verse a reminder, we're breaking the cage

Ghosts of the forgotten, they linger in call

In the rhythm of rebellion, we stand proud and tall

We carry the blood of slaves, but the minds of kings

Haunted by the history, the sorrow it brings

Bloodlines so heavy, we carry the chains

But in the depths of our struggle, we rise through the pain

Bloodlines so heavy, we carry the chains

But in the depths of our struggle, we rise through the pain

We carry the blood of slaves, but the minds of kings

Haunted by the history, the sorrow it brings

In the alleys of our anguish, we stand fire and rage

Every verse a reminder, we're breaking the cage

Ghosts of the forgotten, they linger in call

In the rhythm of rebellion, we stand proud and tall

In the alleys of our anguish, we stand fire and rage

Every verse a reminder, we're breaking the cage

Ghosts of the forgotten, they linger in call

In the rhythm of rebellion, we stand proud and tall

In the alleys of our anguish, we stand fire and rage

Every verse a reminder, we're breaking the cage

Ghosts of the forgotten, they linger in call

In the rhythm of rebellion, we stand proud and tall

Chains rattle in the night, hear the echoes of despair

But we're crafting our destiny with every word we declare

From the depths of the struggle, we emerge from the doom

In the chaos, we find power. In the darkness, we bloom

Take a look around, see the legacy we bear

From the fields to the stages, we're redefining the air

With the heart of the fallen and the spirit of the brave

we're the voices of the voiceless, the ones who need

Never carry the blood of slaves, but the minds of kings

Haunted by the history, the sorrow it brings

In the darkness, we dwell, hear the whispers of the lost

But we rise from the ashes, no matter the cost

We carry the blood of slaves

From St. George to Charleston, we'll never forget

The battles that were fought, the wounds and the sweat

With the fire in our soul and the strength of our kin

in the face of the horror, we rise up again

From St. George to Charleston, we'll never forget

The battles that were fought, the wounds and the sweat

With the fire in our soul and the strength of our kin

in the face of the horror, we rise up again