Текст песни The White Shore

We grew up into lives scrawled on back of mediated maps in their lines invisibly entrapped. And this birthright more like a birth mark whose area and edges grow ragged with age. A malignancy untested, it consumes us anyway. It consumes us anyway. It consumes us anyway. I grew up near the white shore, without ever knowing that name - just how lines starkly drawn will check you in one box or another. And in the space between past and passing, we hold classroom discussions of Amy Tan novels forgetting this is personal. Family is always personal. History is always personal. I will not condemn what anyone did to survive. But I will not defend a culture that makes us decide. To assimilate or die. Or that defines survival as running as fast as you can from the places you came from, forgetting the things that have made you, until all that is left is the burning in your lungs or the pounding in your hear that only has space for contempt for the ones who couldn't quite make it. That we are all the same: what a happy myth, where race records become erased records with time and meter to help us forget or to take away the sting as we define survival as running as fast as you can from the places you came from, forgetting the things that have made you, until all that is left is the burning in your lungs or the pounding in your hear that only has space for contempt for the ones who couldn't quite make it.