Man just to think of this pain racism is the last thing that remains
Thinking of the Whites and Blacks the word raciest feels like I am under attack
I look above at the clouds that the sun hides behind, I just want it to come out and shine
My brian is full, state of New York wanna listen to music and not treated like a dork
My hair is like wool being yanked but guess what I am not the losing skank
under ground the bell will ring Barrack Obama saves everything. You are tight, it's not over you say maybe it's not but for now things go my way.