I came from a time where everything's race related
Looking through fogged up lenses
Respect on no occasions
You say what up nigga
I say the same to you
To be honest it might be the wrong thing to do
No officer I don't have a weapon on me
You can't search my car
There ain't nothing to see
Not doing anything to make you wish I die
You're not gon' be the one to make my momma cry
I weather the storm to prove that I'm better
Not speaking out in frustration
Just let that karma hit ya
You must have patience to see the larger picture
Screaming you're not racist
You lying in the mirror
The color of my skin doesn't mean that I'm lost
Same hair texture as the man sitting on the cross
Not saying that every life doesn't have it's issues
But you got me f*cked up if you think our life has no cost