Is my likeness described by my lightness?

Am I full of darkness because of my dark skin?

Is it fair to judge me by the texture of my hair?

By the place in which I was raised,

by the church in which I give praise...

I spend days and days thinking of ways to stay safe in case

I go face to face with a cop of a different race,

and that's a lot embrace. But that's what it takes

in this day in time, so many of us doing time for crimes

we didn't commit. It's like they're trying to kill our spirit,

but we'll never quit. We go to stay strong and know that through the wrong

the pain never last, and the rain always pass.

And if you don't mind I ask, have you ever been harassed,

have you ever been last when you should've been first?

What could be worse it's like we're cursed from birth,

and I know they hear the chatter of Black Lives Matter,

but do we really matter. Just thinking about it I get

madder and madder, while loved ones of the lost ones get

sadder and sadder. Just imagine your kids dreams getting shattered

because one man thought he didn't matter...