They called us dark So they could steal the light Civilizations carved in gold Rewritten overnight Kings turned to slaves Queens turned to ghosts History's not lost Just buried Where they fear the most Listen close We built pyramids Pointing to the heavens Mathematics and stars Divine in the presence Kemet to Mali The brilliance undeniable Libraries in Timbuktu Knowledge was viable But they couldn't take the shine So they lied instead Said the dark was a curse While they bled us red Called us savages Erased the scrolls of our names Turned pharaohs to slaves In their power games The envy ran deep Couldn't match our design Took our culture, twisted it Said it wasn't divine Made masks for museums Put drums on display But stole the rhythm Of the heartbeat we gave away Now they call the motherland Empty and desolate When our soil birthed gold Intellect, and elegance We're not a dark continent; We're the spark of creation But they turned The truth into colonization \"Crown me king, crown me king!\" Stolen crowns But the shine still shows Truth in the roots Let the history grow They can bury the books But the spirit won't fold Africa's the throne And the stories been told Stolen crowns But the shine still shows Truth in the roots Let the history grow They can bury the books But the spirit won't fold Africa's the throne And the stories been told Gold coast dreams But the chains came first Rubies in the rivers And the diamonds were cursed They stole our riches Ouldn't steal our mind Tried to paint us primitive But the clocks rewind Nubian queens With empires of fire Cush held the truth But they labeled us liars Great Zimbabwe Was a fortress of stone But they claimed We were helpless Never had thrones Who rewrote the maps? Who erased the charts? Who made our history An invisible art? We held the blueprints They broke the mold But every chain they forged Turned the spirit to gold This ain't just the past; It's the pain that lingers When you're born of kings But taught you're beggars But every beat Of the drum brings memory back Every rap is a spell To rewrite the facts \"Crown me king, crown me king!\" Stolen crowns But the shine still shows Truth in the roots Let the history grow They can bury the books But the spirit won't fold Africa's the throne And the stories been told Stolen crowns But the shine still shows Truth in the roots Let the history grow They can bury the books But the spirit won't fold Africa's the throne And the stories been told Every stolen artifact Is a wound unhealed