Track · Oct 14, 2026 · English
Let the Telling Begin
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[Intro]
They gave us a page with the corners torn away
Said, “Take this as the whole truth.” We kept asking anyway
[Verse 1]
Grandma kept a red clay jar by the kitchen door
Said our people knew this ground long before the maps were drawn
Names got changed in the courthouse, stories thinned in school
But a river keeps its memory underneath the rules
They handed us a distance, pointed past the sea
Told us where we started, never asked what we could see
So I read every record, every scar, every stone
Found a hundred missing chapters in the place we call home
[Chorus]
Roots run deep where the old roads bend
We are still here; let the telling begin
Not a borrowed name, not a story erased
We carry this ground in the lines of our face
Roots run deep, hear the truth take hold
Ask who wrote the page, ask what they left untold
[Verse 2]
I won’t trade one hard truth for a claim made loud
I want names, dates, elders, and the living ground
Let the evidence speak, let the families be heard
Let the archive meet the language and the land’s own word
They called us one thing, then another in the file
Still the aunties kept the kinship, kept the songs alive
If the lesson was a wall, then the questions are a key
We can honor what we know and keep searching honestly
[Chorus]
Roots run deep where the old roads bend
We are still here; let the telling begin
Not a borrowed name, not a story erased
We carry this ground in the lines of our face
Roots run deep, hear the truth take hold
Ask who wrote the page, ask what they left untold
[Bridge]
For the ones who kept the names through the years
For the ones who held the children through the fear
No easy answer, no shortcut to the past
We listen close, we do the work, we make the record last
[Verse 3]
So bring the old maps, bring the elders to the table
Bring the questions they dismissed when they said we weren’t able
We are more than a label on a government line
More than somebody’s guess dressed up as time
From the red earth roads to the coast where we stand
Every generation adds a truth to the land
No one gets to close the book and call the telling complete
We reclaim the right to ask, and the right to speak
[Final Chorus]
Roots run deep where the old roads bend
We are still here; let the telling begin
Not a borrowed name, not a story erased
We carry this ground in the lines of our face
Roots run deep, hear the truth take hold
Ask who wrote the page, ask what they left untold
We are still here—let the telling begin
Roots run deep; let the truth come in
[Outro]
Ask the elders
Read the records
Keep the names
Let the telling begin
Style
conscious roots rapmid-tempo boom-bap groove with deep rounded bassdusty kick and snarerestrained hand percussionsparse minor-key piano and low string accents. directarticulate solo rap with a grounded baritonetight internal rhymesmeasured verses that build into a memorable chant-like hook; intimate dry vocal upfrontwarm organic mixdeliberate pauses and a strong final refrain.english
Prompt
Rap song about black aboriginal people who’s been lied to about their history and was told their from Africa so we won’t know we’re the original Indians who’s roots runs deep in American soil
Credits
Prompt byLunarRebel113
GeneratedOct 14, 2026
ModelZona