Know how it feels
To see what other people can't?
Know what it's like to work hard
All your life, and others persecute you
Over whatever hunnid bands?
Know how it feels to make a song
Having it then ripped and torn to shreds?
How about when you create
And someone richer than you
Steals out your hand?
How about when you're minding
Manners and studies of the deepest elements?
Perhaps, finding out something or someone you trusted
Could've cared less about anything zen?
Yeah, well I'm tired of the ones
Pushing media but won't help
Anyone out that took a stand.
I'm offended by political miscreants
Trying to use my personal life
To push an international radio ham.
It might seem like there's nothing to discuss
When I shed more tears
Spending all my time hoping to have
The love of my life appear
Doing all the soul work
And then some supposed taliban issue appears
So I'm going to address the first time
A group of chicks demanded I had to be part of that clan
All because they were Caucasian
And I had olive colored skin
I'm not interested in being an idea
Nor am I working with the Klan
But I find it offenses their business
Was named after a Hilter regimen
Change up the language and call it
What it is
Because last I checked I was human
No I don't care about where you are
Or where you've been
This world is not a world I created
Just a world I survived in
Judging and basing things off of
the color or tone of my skin
When it is destructive for Causcasians
to judge anyone that doesn't look
Just like them
It becomes a nuisance to have to constantly self defend
Did it ever occur I hadn't a choice
In the color of epidermic covering?
So to anyone with an issue
Let me help you to understand
I don't...