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History Video (MV)




Performed By: Boy Nash
Featuring: Ebony Distressed
Language: English
Length: 3:59
Written by: George Nash, Ebony distressed




Boy Nash - History Lyrics




[ Featuring Ebony Distressed ]

Mummy told me grind if Im gonna make out this place
And say a prayer each day for all the challenges we face
We really started from the bottom with no money to our name
Holding memories of pain stored within our DNA

Greatness delayed our identity replaced
Cultural values erased surnames interchanged
History written by the victor victimising our brains
But still we rise there must be something in our veins

Something in the water watch God restore the former
Even in our low state you can tell theres something about the aura
Melchizedek order showing glimpses through our trauma
Salt of the earth without us theres no flavour

Forget about slavery but the holocaust they remember
They had their agenda before they slit our placenta
I walk in my purpose till my vessel retires
Some days I get tired of being black send me a prayer please

Love is the only way
To hear what the hear what your soul would say
In doubt in grief faith lost at sea
In the darkest hour we run to fight
Whats human life
We never learn from all that came before us
Ain't that strange
Oh we never learn from all that came before us
Ain't that strange

Theres a thin line between love and hate its soo plane
They loved Saka when he scored but when he missed they reigned hate at his parade
Monkey emojis on his page
When your black and live Britain you best not make a mistake

Theres a thin line between love and hate Ill explain
Its like their in love with our culture but they hate us in their space
But you brought us over here to help rebuild your estate
Thats the wind rush generation in 1948


EDL members wanna put me in grave for the colour of my skin
Man I find it very strange,
We're only loved when we on top of our game
Conditional love the streets of gold was fake

I say it how it is I wont sugar glaze the cake
Racism a mental health disease your in a cage
Locked in a maze of what the media says
LBC Nigel Farrage spewing hate on a plate
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Mummy told me grind if Im gonna make out this place
And say a prayer each day for all the challenges we face
We really started from the bottom with no money to our name
Holding memories of pain stored within our DNA

Greatness delayed our identity replaced
Cultural values erased surnames interchanged
History written by the victor victimising our brains
But still we rise there must be something in our veins

Something in the water watch God restore the former
Even in our low state you can tell theres something about the aura
Melchizedek order showing glimpses through our trauma
Salt of the earth without us theres no flavour

Forget about slavery but the holocaust they remember
They had their agenda before they slit our placenta
I walk in my purpose till my vessel retires
Some days I get tired of being black send me a prayer please

Love is the only way
To hear what the hear what your soul would say
In doubt in grief faith lost at sea
In the darkest hour we run to fight
Whats human life
We never learn from all that came before us
Ain't that strange
Oh we never learn from all that came before us
Ain't that strange

Theres a thin line between love and hate its soo plane
They loved Saka when he scored but when he missed they reigned hate at his parade
Monkey emojis on his page
When your black and live Britain you best not make a mistake

Theres a thin line between love and hate Ill explain
Its like their in love with our culture but they hate us in their space
But you brought us over here to help rebuild your estate
Thats the wind rush generation in 1948


EDL members wanna put me in grave for the colour of my skin
Man I find it very strange,
We're only loved when we on top of our game
Conditional love the streets of gold was fake

I say it how it is I wont sugar glaze the cake
Racism a mental health disease your in a cage
Locked in a maze of what the media says
LBC Nigel Farrage spewing hate on a plate
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Writer: George Nash, Ebony distressed
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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