The process begins
With the reduction of a soul to a color
Stripping traditions, suppressing identity
Bleaching our minds, the only remedy
Justice is nowhere
The innocents left in anguish
Self-hatred instilled systematic oppression
Correlation of color and suspicion
Scales imbalanced, only money connects
Impoverished grieve, true evil collects
A place where race threatens security
Born charged with the crime of impurity
Guns to my face
Cuffs on my wrist
Knees to my back
Treat me like a savage
And I'll become the animal you want me to be
A jaundice complexion
Provoking true disgust
Black eyes, no expression
The essence of distrust
Reduce me
Condition me
Incarcerate me
I will never be free
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The process begins
With the reduction of a soul to a color
Stripping traditions, suppressing identity
Bleaching our minds, the only remedy
Justice is nowhere
The innocents left in anguish
Self-hatred instilled systematic oppression
Correlation of color and suspicion
Scales imbalanced, only money connects
Impoverished grieve, true evil collects
A place where race threatens security
Born charged with the crime of impurity
Guns to my face
Cuffs on my wrist
Knees to my back
Treat me like a savage
And I'll become the animal you want me to be
A jaundice complexion
Provoking true disgust
Black eyes, no expression
The essence of distrust
Reduce me
Condition me
Incarcerate me
I will never be free
With the reduction of a soul to a color
Stripping traditions, suppressing identity
Bleaching our minds, the only remedy
Justice is nowhere
The innocents left in anguish
Self-hatred instilled systematic oppression
Correlation of color and suspicion
Scales imbalanced, only money connects
Impoverished grieve, true evil collects
A place where race threatens security
Born charged with the crime of impurity
Guns to my face
Cuffs on my wrist
Knees to my back
Treat me like a savage
And I'll become the animal you want me to be
A jaundice complexion
Provoking true disgust
Black eyes, no expression
The essence of distrust
Reduce me
Condition me
Incarcerate me
I will never be free
Writer: Gian K9, Hands God, Taylor Young
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