Brother Ali - The Travelers lyrics

rate me

Shackles are heavy on the wrist

Stacked like sardines, belly of a ship

Live in your own piss and shit and being seasick

Cracked across your back with a thick leather whip

Salt water burns through your wounds

Women are starving with babies in their wombs

On your hands and knees trying to cry God please

Exhausted your voice is too weak to speak

Neighbors and strangers are dying beside you

Their decaying bodies you're tied to

Cling tight to your fight for survival

Wonder if your tribe will ever try to find you

Arrive somewhere strange, the air is cold

You can see your breath and you're barely clothed

Your first time ever seeing snow

Sleeping next to it on a hard dirt floor

Go from can't seeing see in the morning to can't see at night

You work till your hands bleed white

Your native language you can't recite

Murdered on sight if you try to read or write

When you bend all of your life and can't see the light

It get's painful to stand upright

Right?

And your eyes bear the sight of your wife

Being being pulled from your shack and brutalized at night

You only taste joy when babies are born

Which becomes an occasion to mourn

Separated, torn from your celebrating arms

Then as quickly as they came they were gone

Sold away from your farm this is all they've known

Never heard stories from home

They forget your name T

The culture from which you came

Teaching it'll get you slain.

Praying to your god will get you the same and tortured to near death lest you complain

No Choice left you sing through the pain and pray that your suffering wasn't in vain

End of your chain, end of your life

Your grandchildren born with no end is sight

So you muster up all of your might

And your last breath comes out... fight

This is actually true

Now stop and imagine that's you

Now stop imagining unravel the truth and ask just who is it happening to

Everything that the passenger do

The driver experience too

So if humanity is one

Then we all get burned when it's hell that we're traveling through

You've got to save my soul

Put me back together make me whole

Said we don't know which way to go

Take my hand and place me on that road

Trapped in a history we don't understand

Can't remember how this blood got on our hands

Never been taught about the ugly past

Expecting God not to punish man

Our ancestors brought us control

We realize now that the cost was our soul

Got me feeling like an empty shell

Prison guard that inherited a cell

I'm desperate to find my place

Emptiness lies behind my face

Flowers only die in a vase

A heart only dies encased in a lie we call race

I hear the song but I can't sing along

Something's really wrong I can't put my finger on

Terrified to admit it's wrong

Cause I'm hiding in the ruins of a legacy that still lives on

Our identity is hinged upon the miserable myth we've been caught since we're born

Until we mend what was torn

The debt of a sin lingers long after the vicitim's moans

This is actually true

Now stop and imagine that's you

Now stop imagining unravel the truth

And ask just who is it happening to

Everything that the passenger do the driver experience too

So if humanity is one then we all get burned when it's hell that we're traveling through