Bend Over Backwards
You don’t know
You don’t know what’s struggle
You’re in your own world, your own bubble
You wake up at 7 on a king size heaven
You start complaining on how much you hate school
I wake up at 4 on the floor
I get ready to face ridicule
You worry about your hair, your clothes, if you look good in your new grillz
I worry about my siblings and how we are going to pay the bills
You go to France, Greece, Dubai, and Fiji
I go from place to place, applying for a job hoping they need me
You don’t know
You don’t know what’s struggle
You think life is hard and that you face class struggle
Every year you squander millions and millions of dollars
I wish I had that money, but I work to help my mother and father
You walk in a store with freedom and glee
I walk in a store with eyes surveilling me
You say you love my people but, in your mind,
You look down on us because we are not your kind
You walk in peace from store to store
I walk in fear behind closed doors
You don’t know
You don’t know struggle
you’re different, you’re not colored
Everyone likes you; they know what a great doctor you’ll become
Everyone hates me, they tell me to go back where I came from
Your people can yell, break laws, light up cigars
and never lose honor
My people can’t even see their families because they are kept behind bars
for being a person of color
You don’t know
You don’t know what’s struggle
I struggle everyday hoping to get out of all this trouble