If I was a man I think you'd understand
You would respect goodbye
But instead you prey and think it is okay
Don't hang around get lost.
Pieces of your ammunition are caught
I wince when I beat the drum slower now
But still a steady beat I'm not going to stop
I cough when I think of you like a disease
You make me sick.
The struggle is real now
I see people through a new scope
I teleport past issues and drama
They can't hold me back I've been
Black all my life I'll be okay.