If I was a man I think you'd understand

You would respect goodbye

But instead you prey and think it is okay

Don't hang around get lost.

Pieces of your ammunition are caught

I wince when I beat the drum slower now

But still a steady beat I'm not going to stop

I cough when I think of you like a disease

You make me sick.

   The struggle is real now

   I see people through a new scope

   I teleport past issues and drama

   They can't hold me back I've been

   Black all my life I'll be okay.