Verse 1:
In the halls of power, shadows creep,
With echoes of a past too deep,
They cite Dred Scott, a darkened page,
To claim she’s less, a brutal gauge.
They dredge up hate from yester-years,
To stoke the flames and fuel our fears,
But we won’t be swayed by their cruel scheme,
We’re rising up, we’ll chase the dream.
