They tell me what they want, like I’m a blank screen, Picking and choosing the things I’ve seen. Tape up my eyes to the stories of my past, Building a version of history they think is gonna last. They told me ‘bout ten sixty six" and all that, Told me ‘bout Dick Whittington and his cat. But Toussaint L’Ouverture? No, they kept him in the dark, The man who lit the flame and fanned every single spark. They’re checking out my history, editing the clips, Locked the real truth away behind their own lips. But I’m checking out my history, searching for the light, Carving out a vision that actually feels right. No more bandage on my eyes, no more hiding the view, I’m discovering myself and it’s long overdue. They taught me ‘bout the man who discovered the moon, And how the cow jumped over the silver spoon. They told me ‘bout the dish and the running away, But what about Nanny de Maroon and her better way? She was a mountain climber, a fire-woman, a scout, Someone who actually knew what freedom was about. Instead, I got nursery rhymes and kings in a row, While the legends of my blood weren't allowed to grow. It’s like being in a movie where you don’t have a name, Where somebody else is winning at your own game. They give you the legends of the old-school Brits, While your own heroes are tossed in the pits. But wait—here’s the thing they didn't expect, You can’t just erase what you don’t respect. They told me ‘bout Lord Nelson and Waterloo, But Mary Seacole? They didn’t give a clue. Even when the "famous" nurses turned her away, She grabbed her own bags and saved the day. A yellow sunrise in the middle of a war, She’s the kind of person you should be looking for. Not just a footnote or a name you might miss, She’s more important than a nursery rhyme kiss. They’re checking out my history, editing the clips, Locked the real truth away behind their own lips. But I’m checking out my history, searching for the light, Carving out a vision that actually feels right. No more bandage on my eyes, no more hiding the view, I’m discovering myself and it’s long overdue. I’m checking out my history. Yeah, I’m digging deep now. Finding the pieces they tried to hide. Identity is a journey, not a one-way ride. I’m carving out my own soul. And it feels good to be whole.
