I was raised eating traditional home-cooked meals.

I spent my teenage years speaking two languages: 

one was in secret and another in public.

Growing up black implies that you have

your version of everything.

Being of dark shade means waking up every day

Going to work while you are afraid for your life,

My brothers killed my brothers.

I should be afraid of spiders,

Get disgusted at the sight of cockroaches 

Every time I see them, the Pale,

My heart started pumping faster

Biting my lips.

Afraid, afraid to get picked on

Afraid to get killed because of bigotry

Bigotry, Bigotry is me getting murdered

I don’t wanna die at their hands

I wanna live,

Live to the freedom they promised me

Sometimes I understand my brothers

Getting mad and acting reckless

But we must hold on to our senses

One day I will walk earth free

Pale, Why do you do this

Pale why do you hate us

Why so much hatred toward us 

There is no future for hatred 

As a n***a I have to stand up

For my people.For my people

I will stand up