the angel on my left shoulder ascending from my heart

under shadows of misfortune satanic words may sound right

they circle around my brain and change their standing

and whisper ancient prophecies beyond my understanding

distant roots form creeping ivy on the surface of my being

encompassing the derelict walls of ignorant bliss

and as they crumble into nothingness my windows are cracked

acid rain of devastation falls through gaps in my existence

once sheltered by a promise of life eternally

go back where you came from
i didn't know it was an option
i don't know that place
in my fathers land I'm foreign
if that was not the case
and in that land i was embraced
i would still have the question
where's the bones of my ancestors

i know i must have slave blood
my name carries that scar
but i still don't know my home
if i can only go that far
why's my hair so straight
"you have Scottish in your genes"
but grandma's black and granddad's black
how far back are Europeans?

i think that i'm going crazy
i cant be freed from these chains
so ill go where my feet take me
and pray that god will heal my pain
shaytan thinks he has me shackled
when i speak they tie on muzzles
these demons herding cattle
underestimate the struggle

so where do i belong
allegiances i have none
i am a man of no land
they can take my tongue
but i will still be vocal
i will repeat like a stutter
my priorities are global
i am blind to all colour