Hating on the Obvious

when will a blind man see into a world that cares for me the things we know the things we dont the things we keep tied to a rope the ease of pointing out something that you are not doing that is much worse than the thing you are exhibiting maybe you know it maybe you dont maybe you really dont notice the pain that keeping your pride to yourself really brings maybe you really dont notice your words the subconscious prickles of thorns on your tongue that's soft in your mouth but sticks hard in their skin i see it printed on your brain 'white people win'