Walking down the streets of DC polluted with men in suits

Faraway from SF my city, my sanctuary

Searching for some of Michelle Obama’s wisdom

Just chilling but can't 

Keep an eye on your back

They called security because we a threat

 

Searching for some of Michelle Obama’s wisdom

Just chilling trying to have fun in a world drowning us in negativity

Don't cry

Look back

Hands up

We a threat

Don’t shoot your hate at us

We just kids

 

Group of colored kids from SF, brown, black, mixed

In a museum where we don’t “belong”

We too loud

We too brown

We too black 

We too mixed

For them

All wearing hoodies

Looking ghetto 

In their eyes

Don’t categorize us in your little boxes we are not art

 

So as we walk, talk, discuss the art

Looming in the shadows, they have security

Keeping an eye

My friend looks back, he is black

Panic attack

 

Searching for some of Michelle Obama’s wisdom

Just chilling trying to have fun in a world drowning us in negativity

Don't cry

Look back

Hands up

We a threat

Don’t shoot your hate at us

 

They think we a threat

With a book

With a pen

With a backpack

With a hoodie on

Because the color of our skin

So we don’t belong

Just drown in their red hats of racism

We die 

We survive 

To tell the tale to no avail

 

Who protects us, were not white

Just kids

With no secret service to protect us

What can we do, we just a group of colored kids from SF

 

Remember, remember the Parkland Shooting

Remember, remember Mike Brown

Remember, remember the kids in cages

The past haunts

Ghost live

Look back

Run

Flashes of the past, red and blue

Hands up

Don’t shoot

 

Searching for some of Michelle Obama’s wisdom

Just chilling trying to have fun in a world drowning us in negativity

Don't cry

Look back

Hands up

We a threat

Don’t shoot your hate at us

We just kids