Oh gheez
Lets freeze
I’m not hard to please
I need apologies
I’ve paid my fees
Put me at ease
Ain’t hear to please ya
Not sittin here to tease ya
But this light skinned disease
Does not appease
The men over seas
Because he sees
The discrepancies
In our identities
We’ve written decrees
About equalities
All about degrees
And sports leagues
How it intrigues us
Deceives us
Rips us open
Leaves us
To “leave it up to Jesus.”


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