America always was America to Me.

From the day I was born, til this year of 23

It’s always been clear to see

My color would always be the first limit placed on me.

 

Then resources,

Time,

And Motivation;

As if 500 years and counting, plus everything on land surrounding, still isn’t enough qualification?

No matter how many jobs I’ve ever had, or how much good I overwrite bad, it’s only enough for condemnation.

I just can’t figure out

How all positivity and excellence I bring about

Is only seen as “The Black Demonstration”.

Like Damn, y’all really out here color-coding success, but did you even get a good look at me?

Y’all see a Brigga trying to unshackle his mind, but still throwing away the key

And wonder why Briggas always light Tree, cus for a few hours we actually feel free.

 

[Do y’all even know what I mean?]

 

I know all this talk of oppression, sounds more depressing, but can I just ask 1 more question?

When can I ever walk to my car without knowing someone else feels threatened?

Here’s another one: Why does America see “Walking while Black” as Walking with a Weapon?

I’ve traveled half the country and still walked the same lesson…

 

America will always be America to Me.