Is there Reverse Racism?

Laughing at my way of living

Laughing at my distant rhythm

Now let’s paint this image

The stock is black and aim for tissue

Magazines subscribe and issue

Plot thickens and it gets suspenseful

One white child under the crooked noose

Close your eyes and kick it loose

Blood on your toes but it ain’t waist deep

Until that tahoe at a slow creep

6, 7, 8 guns out the window of the 4 door

Your last math til you ain’t no mo

We call you a snake in the grass cause you know how to survive

Cut your brain off and your still alive