It's hard to be optimistic

When your world is oblivious

When the news only covers my people being menace

It's hard to look at the world being bright

when all who profit from the world are White

It's hard to feel Hope when there's

White people in Red Face

White people in Black Face

who have nothing better to do but spread the hurt like mace

I can't believe the media

I can't believe the mania

And still keep my head in the air

Black people are in like injustice

And out like without rights

It's been over 400 years and I still can't feel safe

Because our culture's the next trend

With the token black friend to blend in

People tell me to smile, just pray

There's gonna be a better day

I keep smiling,

but I'm unwinding

I keep praying,

but my deliverance is delayed

A better day looks like some day

That isn't coming

I'm just tired of being Bambi, the prey