I sit here, thinking heavy
My young brother, no intent of harming any
Walking with a hood on is that a threat?
But with his black skin many scream death
What harm could that be?
Minding his own
Along came a man, profiling my brother
But if his skin was pale he wouldn't even bother
We are moving backwards, King and X didn't fight for this
To them this is like a diss
Red, Red . Alll I see is red
But it will not stop till all my brothers are dead.