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