Vārdi: Morning Again. Not by Birth.

I owe you nothing
I pay tribute to no image or symbol
that stands for what I cannot support
Shunning the needs of common man
And all of those it was meant to help
A dollar to a prison
A dime to a man in need
A priority misunderstood,
As the country goes it's way.

I owe nothing to this which
I never chose to belong
I refuse to claim the name.
Of a label stolen with no regard.


Not by birth

Confusion sets in to those who close off
opportunity. Self proclaimed inheritors,
Deny these rights to others
I have no place with you, so don't extend your hand
You embrace me only to watch me, not to include me.