Who Am I?

The brown skinned brother in the back

I try to adapt but I always get thrown in the back of the pack

If only my teacher understood I'm more than black

I have a knack for learning it aint easy cause he never cares about my feedback

All he cares about is making stacks

He uses his success and education level to attack

My brown skinned brothers and I walk away with our knapsacks 

We will come back one day once this school is back in tack 

I'll remember it one day as a flashback when I use my sucess as payback