What I imagine is, this must be hell
You're in the middle of the ocean, there's no land
That's how bad it was
I know there's no land
I know I can't swim back to home
But this is hell
And they hadn't even seen the real hell yet

Fear, I imagine fear was very, very high
And I'm thinking some people might have said
I don't know what the hell this is

My people were on this ship and nothing was familiar, nothing
And when I said that, some of them disappeared
That was my decision, disappeared
I would disappear within myself so I could survive
It's been a long struggle and I see all of that now in the context
Of the inheritance of the trauma of the slaves (mhm)
Now