Criminal in America
The verdict is guilty
My crime is being a person of color
In America
There is no greater sin
Than having colored skin
Because a darker hue signifies "criminal"
It constitutes "thug"
But we're actually casualties
In this war on drugs
If you'd just remove your blindfold
You'd see
Racism doesn't occur subliminally
In America
My people are blatant victims
Of this caste system
This
Second class system
There's no such thing
As a policy deemed
"race neutral"
These policies are aimed at the removal
Of black and brown individuals out of the mainstream
In America
Blue lives don't matter to me when they're out here killing my brothers
We're human beings
So I want you to see us as people first, never mind hierarchies and color
Believe me when I say
There can be no peace
With racist police
Out here raiding the streets
In America
I must demonstrate restraint
Even when the stop and frisk
Makes me feel judged by my race
I know I risk everything
By spitting some truths in a white officer's face
Rather than shout tales of injustice And subordination
I'll simply say to the officer
Please don't shoot
Just let me go about
On my happy pursuit
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