Where I'm From
Another video, I scroll past
Trying not to feel.
This thick tension that divides US.
Reminiscing on my younger days,
When I wasn’t aware of the world around me,
Only issues I had was the beaming yellow
From the apricot sunsets, that enveloped the sky
Today, all I hear is boom!
Gunshots,
Seeing another brotha’ or sista’ get gunned down
I cant help but hurt with them
The smell of onions cover the country
The stench of our underarms, due to all this runnin’.
When will it end? When will it stop?
The pain, the torment
We scratch the surface with sandpaper
Itching to reach the top
With a skin color on the range of light mocha to chocolate syrup,
It’s hard to tell but we won’t give up.