Since the occurrence of facial hair, 

racial stares been in my memory, 

Workers watching my every move like I'm an enemy. 

Suppose I'm exposed to hoes and crack fiends 

And my only hope is selling dope or rap dreams. 

Or having the world watch me on a flat screen, 

dribbling balls, giggling "aww, it's a 'black' thing." 

Assume I’m doomed to die young, 

You tell me I’m unworthy and undeserving of air in my lungs 

Soon as the white man raises a finger, we riot 

Chicken and watermelon's all we demand of our diet. 

All of our daddies are doing dirt. 

Either in the pen, doing time or in the earth.  

Seems like no matter if we cry or protest, 

Society keeps pulling us down like a Bowflex. 

I see how when I approach, you clutch purses. 

Believe, I perceive you're more than just nervous 

You're angry too. 

For the misfortune and little portion in history books, maybe it's valid, I'm blaming you. 

The mass incarceration, the bodies on the pavement, 

I’m pleading for humanity where sanity was taken.