I'm sayin' 3 boats

I'm sayin' 3 boats came sailing in, Yo, word up, on the deep blue sea. Columbus creepin', makin' big noise, Got his whole crew feelin' free. Nina, Pinta, Santa Maria, landin' cold, On Christmas Day, that story told. The Indigenous folks were chillin' hard, Livin' free, no chains, no walls. Then them pale faces hit the sand, Got big plans to take it all. With flags and Bibles, talkin' 'bout "God," But they just grabbin', actin' odd. Two hundred years done flipped the script, Now they loungin' in their big estates. Talkin' 'bout "borders," "keep 'em out," Complainin' 'bout their stolen fates. "These new cats comin', they ain't from here!" The irony, it's crystal clear. From across the ocean, they sailed in, Claimin' land that wasn't theirs to own. Now they frontin' on the next wave, Like they been here all alone. The real O.G.'s, they lost their ground, While these new kings wear stolen crowns. Word.