I have the black girl blues, I have the black girl blues, I have the black girl blues, And so do you and you and you. Every morning I wake up in my black exterior, to step out into a world where white is superior. So I drag my black feet across the black concrete and hum my black hymn and look up to God and say to him, “Today God don't take any of my brothers sisters, fathers or mothers.” I open my eyes just a peek to make sure no ones aiming me for being black on the street. I continue down my journey on gentrification ave, taking a sharp right on racism street to arrive at the mainland of America, my exterior looking bleak. I knock on the front door of this patriotic mansion to find a gun at the brinks of my nose, Trump behind the trigger with satisfaction. The satisfaction of another one of ours six feet under, where’s the compassion? A tear runs down my face as I simply face my fate. I hear a gunshot as everything turns white, but that's what they want, for everything to be white right? I was born black and my life ended blue. I have the black girl blues, I have the black girl blues, I have the black girl blues, And so do you and you and you.