| Blood and bones are what we’re made of | 
| Not enough steel to reconcile | 
| Crying out into the darkness | 
| One sure way to feel alive | 
| Demon mouths lined with halos | 
| Thinly veiled, but no surprise | 
| Rest assured, a welcomed surplus | 
| Of systematic lies | 
| This child ain’t mine but my hands are tied | 
| She’s a life of bounty, and her skin is white | 
| Under my care she’ll play and thrive | 
| In a few years, I’ll be cast aside | 
| I was once a noble daughter | 
| Our kingdom spanned the breadth of Ghana | 
| But I was captured for the silver | 
| Sent across the sea to a land unknown | 
| Our rival sold me to some white men | 
| Skin as though it came from heaven | 
| When they bound us to their will | 
| They trapped themselves in hell as well | 
| Blood and bones are what we’re made of | 
| Not enough steel to reconcile | 
| Crying out into the darkness | 
| One sure way to feel alive | 
| Demon mouths lined with halos | 
| Thinly veiled, but no surprise | 
| Rest assured, a welcomed surplus | 
| Of systematic lies | 
| One brother white, the other black | 
| One brother loved and the other’s | 
| One brother kept, the other sold | 
| Kinship denied is kinship still | 
| Bred in bone and bathed in blood | 
| Two brothers begged for light and love | 
| White father twisting his own soul | 
| To deny what all must know | 
| Blood and bones are what we’re made of | 
| Not enough steel to reconcile | 
| Crying out into the darkness | 
| One sure way to feel alive | 
| Demon mouths lined with halos | 
| Thinly veiled, but no surprise | 
| Rest assured, a welcomed surplus | 
| Of systematic lies | 
| Blood and bones are what we’re made of | 
| Not enough steel to reconcile | 
| Crying out into the darkness | 
| One sure way to feel alive | 
| Demon mouths lined with halos | 
| Thinly veiled, but no surprise | 
| Rest assured, a welcomed surplus | 
| Of systematic lies |