Yin
There is NO doubt
No doubt at all
They take a second look
Or question me and my smarts,
“He can read a book?”
They try their best to say they’re sorry but it will never be enough,
The lives of those who have roots that are dark, different, and deep
I guess that refers to skin tone too
Black Lives Matter?
Yes they do, because they are being taken
Everyone wants to be black
Til its time
Our cultures, customs, or the things what we say
Influence white America every single damn day
But when we’re being shot and killed
Without a slap on the wrist
The ghostly voices saying “Nigga”
Quickly fade away
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