My White Professor
My white professor
Why are you teaching my children A reason to hate
You talk us up and
put us down to
raise up the stakes
My white professor a question
Why can't we be great?
You teach them wrong is right
In a world that's black and white
Professor here's a test
What color do you see best ?
It doesn't matter you don't help the negro
He put his hands up
but y'all still shot my hero
what about my classmate Trayvon
With skin that held melanin
My white professor
you let his darkness hinder his light
And set him free
U expelled the black kid with skittles and a tea
The next class over is speech and debate
Tell me professor is that the class you hate ?
The only class that gives us blacks a voice
And we made a choice to say
black lives matter
We made a disruption
My white professor this all because of your corruption
But we take the blame
Which makes us hold our head in shame
So
It's hard to explain the reason
I'm stressing
I gotta be holly and molly to make a good impression.
Oppression anxiety and even depression is what they use to teach all my people a lesson.
But what do they teach ?
I'm asking you my white professor
Cover my black board with your white lies and when the chalk breaks
A black kid dies
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