you can hide comfortably in your own skin.

you can be part of the crowd without fail.

you can say all you want about not fitting in but you,

fit in better than i do.

 

i take a walk outside and the sun and your sight betrays me

i remove my hat for a moment, cause i can't wear hoodies anymore, 

this world is crazy putting us in the same boat.

i don't match you.

 

and you know what? it's not even fair.

Take us back, not even a thousand years and the world is crashing down on me

because YOUR eyes betray me. Not mine.

YOUR eyes say that something is different and then when you suddenly don't fit in

you call ME a hypocrite.

 

that's the definition of hypocritical.

 

and don't shoot me up about hate speech

it ain't no speech about hate.

it's a speech about how i hate this

i hate this dissin'--

Criminalization in this nation 

umm.... what to call it?

 

discrimination.

 

I'm dissed when i dress for success because i'm happy in my own skin,

sure I wear the same clothes you do but my hair 

untamed.

 

Lioness status.

 

I'm a criminal cause my skin's blessed to be sun-kissed

and you jealous,

your wife even wanting my life

or even worse, the sun just don't be treating you right

this nation's striving for legalization forgetting where we come from

don't be mad at my spittin’ hun’,

 

They say freedom of the press and freedom of speech

all the while voting for freedom while they’re silencing me.

 

hate speech? i don't hate speech.

communicate speech, is what i do

but it seems like i won't be getting through to you.

 

the whole fight so many years ago was the be free to live like Jesus.

the whole fight a few less years ago was to be free to live

the whole fight a few less years ago was to be free

the whole fight a few less years ago was just to be.

now it seems we just fighting the years just to--- and something's missing.

 

christians. natives. slaves. blacks.

 

I remember whose flag was flown so long ago.

and i remember people distinctly ignoring a passage in the bible--

what was it? about there being no Greek or Jew?

how it didn't matter what race you were?

 

got to be kidding me. 

saying it's the same thing.

Go ahead. put tape over my mouth again

you ain't gon win

don't newsflash me with the ruling of the court

it's out of order.

 

it's out of order.

and my tears falling down, pride stripped of me cause i'm included in this race of rats

not worthy enough to face the truth all’d rather face the facts.

 

set up to win, and the world's spinster lifestyle

got us backwards.

up setting the balance.

 

how did the world come to be?

my bad, you want me to add, "like this" at the end

so it's not offensive.

 

but it's “okay” to be offensive if you're fighting for a right

foot left, calvery is coming

there was an army rising up before and your

chains are gonna be broken and you'll

look all around at everything you fought for was right.

 

finding you left everything ever worth the fight.

fight the good fight of the faith.

the gospel is offensive.

i've come to bring a sword.

i love you.

i hate sin.

seems like everybody forgot the other side of the coin.

 

if the "worst punch is the one you don't see"

then why choose to be blind?

why blind yourself?

are you blocking out the sun, so that you don't see me anymore?

so you can treat me like a human?

or so you can treat me like a whore

like vermin

like i'm evil despite everything in you screaming that i'm right

 

till you're the one that's left flipping coins

hoping you'll win. i mean,

it's a 50/50 chance, why not?

 

behind the counter crunched up like a malnourished babe

hiding from the sun peeking through the windows.

and the dark figure comes in through the front door with hope and you're

not there to take it. 

cause you want your coin.

you want your dark corner.

you want your floorboards.

you want heads.

 

*ping* 

the coin flips,

tails.