Human Alchemy

An alchemy, human alchemyWe stole them from their
Freedom to be sold
To turn their skins of black
Into the skins of brightest goldAn alchemy, human alchemyWe stoked the fires of trade
With human coals
And made our purses
From the flailed skins of purest soulsAn alchemy, human alchemyOther lands became a larder full of all the good things
All we had to do was go and take
Blood, the color of the rain that grew our wicked harvest
Black, the color icing on our cakeAn alchemy, human alchemyOther lands became a larder full of all the good things
All we had to do was go and take
Blood, the color of the rain that grew our wicked harvest
Black, the color icing on our cakeWe stole their babes and mothers
Chiefs and braves
Although we held the whip
You knew we were the real slavesTo alchemy, human alchemy
Alchemy, human alchemy
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