I grew up in the last parade, that you had before, time permitted change. You were not insane, your words were torn, and thrown up in your face. Now
ain't fakin', It was Friday the 13th, I'm so wicked Freddy havin' nightmares on Elm Street, Now he too frightened to go to sleep, I bring the heat, You
reflection, now someone praise the resurrection Of a people many years considered kin To an animal, unlike those with lighter skin But that's the past and many knew it couldn't last
