Lupe Fiasco, Jason Evigan - Unforgivable Youth lyrics

This world, my heart, my soul
Things that I don't know
The icicles they grow they never let me go
Scars are left as proof
But tears they soak on through
Things I've done my young
My unforgivable youth

With land on the horizon and
Passion in their eyes and
What they think are islands are much
More in their size and
Bountiful and plentiful and resource
To provide them supplies slim
Morale once so heavily inside them
Now steadily declining
Return is not an option
As necessity denies them
With this they choose to dive in
Now along the shore and so
Aware of their arriving
Are the children of this land prepared
To share in their surviving
A pageantry of feathers stands
His majesty with treasure
Not the material things of kings
That could never last forever
But secrets of the spirit world and
How to live in harmony together
Unbeknownst to him his head would be
The first that they would sever
And stuck up on a pike up along the beach
Kept up as a warning to the rest
To turn away from their beliefs
And so began it here
And for five hundred years torture, terror
Fear 'til they nearly disappear

This world, my heart, my soul
Things that I don't know
The icicles they grow they never let me go
Scars are left as proof
But tears they soak on through
Things I've done my young
My unforgivable youth

Ways and means from the trade of human beings
A slave labor force provides
Wealth to the machine
And helps the new regime establish and expand
Using manifest destiny to siphon off the land
From native caretakers who
Can barely understand
How can land be owned by another man?
Warns, "One can not steal what
Was given as a gift
Is the sky owned by birds and
The rivers owned by fish?"
But the lesson went unheeded
For the sake of what's not needed
You kill but do not eat it
The excessive and elitists don't repair
It when they leave it
The forests's were cleared
The factories were built
And all mistakes will be repeated
By your future generations doomed to
Pay for your mistreatments
Foolishness and flaws
Greed and needs and disagreement
And in your rush to have the most
From the day you left your boats
You'll starve but never die in
A world of hungry ghosts

This world, my heart, my soul
Things that I don't know
The icicles they grow they never let me go
Scars are left as proof
But tears they soak on through
Things I've done my young
My unforgivable youth

As archaeologists dig in the
Deserts of the east
A pit a hundred meters wide
And a hundred meters deep
They discover ancient cars on
Even older streets
And a city well preserved and
Most likely at it's peak
A culture so advanced
And by condition of the teeth
They can tell that they were civil
Not barbaric in the least
A society at peace with liberty
And justice for all
Neatly carved in what seems to be a wall
They would doubt that there was
Any starvation at all
That they pretty much had the
Poverty problem all solved
From the sheer amount of paper
Most likely used for trade
Everything's so organized they had
To be well behaved
Assumed they had clean energy
Little to no enemies
Very honest leaders with
Overwhelming sympathies
Religions kinda complex kinda hard
To figure out but this must be the temple
This White House

This world, my heart, my soul
Things that I don't know
The icicles they grow they never let me go
Scars are left as proof
But tears they soak on through
Things I've done my young
My unforgivable youth