
F.O.W.B INDEPENDENT RECORDS
LUNATIC NATION
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#whiteboy #lunaticnation
Yeah...
Y'all erased our story from the start,
Flipped the script and tore it apart.
Said we the villain, said we the curse,
But never told how we bled here first.
From chains to war, from coal to mills,
White folks died in them Southern hills.
I ain't here to hate or cry,
I'm here to say truth they try to deny.
1618, white kids shipped,
Off the streets, no parents, gripped.
Indentured, stolen, tricked by courts,
Thrown on ships like human exports.
Before the first Black slave boat came,
Poor white children were sold the same.
Seven-year bids that felt like life,
Whipped and starved by candlelight.
They never got land, never got paid,
Died in fields where cotton laid.
And when they broke? They were replaced,
Buried nameless in shallow waste.
Fast-forward to Civil War time,
White men died by the thousands in line.
300K bled in Dixie mud,
While the fields ran red with Northern blood.
Most never owned a slave at all,
Just poor-ass boys who heard the call.
Left their farms, their wives, their sons,
To die by cannons and musket guns.
No thank-you. No reparations.
No statues for their final stations.
Just erased like they never stood,
But they paid in blood — they understood.
I'm unapologetically white — and I'm proud.
Say it loud, stand my ground, I ain't never bowin' down.
Ain't no shame in my name, in my blood, in my fight,
You can silence the truth, but not the light.
I'm unapologetically white.
Black pride? That's all good.
Brown power? Yeah, that should.
But white pride? You say "That's hate,"
Erase our voice, close the gate.
I can't raise my flag, can't speak my name,
Can't teach my son to love his flame.
Say I'm racist 'cause I own my roots?
While they wear chains and Timberland boots?
Truth ain't racist — it's just been silenced.
History cut with woke-ass violence.
They pick what's told, and leave the rest,
Forget our scars, remember the guest.
You ain't gonna hear this on the news,
Or textbooks taught in liberal schools.
They scared of pride, scared of light,
Scared of a man who knows his right.
White ain't hate, it ain't control,
It's history too, and paid in soul.
They never say how Black tribes sold,
Their enemies, young, broken, cold.
To Arab ships and Portuguese ports,
Shipped and whipped in brutal courts.
Anthony Johnson, Black and free,
First man to own a slave legally.
Thousands more in the southern states,
Black masters behind them gates.
But they teach you just one side,
While facts like these they hide with pride.
This ain't about blame or race,
It's about the truth they're scared to face.
I'm unapologetically white — and I'm proud.
Say it loud, stand my ground, I ain't never bowin' down.
Ain't no shame in my name, in my blood, in my fight,
You can silence the truth, but not the light.
I'm unapologetically white.
I ain't never had a silver spoon,
Grew up broke in a single room.
Crack in the wall, rats on the floor,
Mama cryin' when they shut the door.
Trailer park nights, Dodge broke down,
No one handed me a crown.
No privilege, no safety net,
Just grit, scars, and cold regret.
But I made it here, against the odds,
With calloused hands and broken rods.
You call me evil for bein' white?
But you ain't lived my kinda fight.
White orphans put on orphan trains,
Shipped and worked through snow and rain.
Used and beaten, left to rot,
A past this country just forgot.
Appalachian hills, rust belt towns,
Addiction kills while factories drown.
But no one marches, no one cries,
'Cause white men’s pain is told in lies.
We lead in suicide, by the stats,
But no one speaks on lives like that.
We're called the problem, born to blame,
Told to live in lifelong shame.
Say "white power"? You're done, you're banned.
But other races can proudly stand.
I don't want yours, I want my own,
A flag, a name, a blood and bone.
They teach our kids that we're the curse,
While hiding all our trauma worse.
We built this land, we died for peace,
Now we're shamed with no release.
Prison cells hold more of us too,
But only Black pain makes the news.
We're not the rich, we're not the kings,
We're the forgotten, struggling things.
This ain’t supremacy. This ain’t hate.
This is bloodline, history, and fate.
I ain’t askin' for nothin', not beggin' for grace,
Just the right to take pride in my face.
So take your guilt, take your blame,
I'm done playin' your twisted game.
White don’t mean better. White means real.
And I got nothin' left to conceal.
I'm unapologetically white — and I'm proud.
Say it loud, stand my ground, I ain't never bowin' down.
Ain't no shame in my name, in my blood, in my fight,
You can silence the truth, but not the light.
I'm unapologetically white.