Harass / Teargas / Don’t pass this line.

The debt history owes us / brown skin pays the fine

Actions say enough / like black paint on a face

On his? As you suffocate? / there’s no guilt,

Just race

And pressed against the pavement / Now, reality strikes

A nation saw your eyes as you died / And finally, It excites

The public who watches / Now they hold their breath

At how losing your job / is the repercussion / for being involved / in so many black deaths

And it is only when we watch the struggle /as a body begs

for air /

Would it have been different? / Another man? /Another prayer?

Today, luxury is ignorance / Privilege is ever us

So, little black boy / how many years / until we bind your wrists / in cuffs

How many years / Till you reach for a phone / Go jogging alone / Or just sit at home /

Till you’re gone.

And every day we are hurting / With hate in our hearts / Or fear in our minds

Because still, melanin is a weapon defined /

I’m ashamed that this land mocks freedom and equalness

The papers we’re founded on seem just lines of deceitfulness

It’s a white mans’ path / that black people have paved / Still today, we mimic slave owners /

just minus the slaves