Zephaniah Seaforth
Let me tell you a story, let it unfold
At the age of five years old, I remember being told
My ebony skin was the same as gold
Not for some people though,
No
Some hold us down
Some don’t even want to see our shine, some throw words and that ain’t fine,
And some will even go pass that line
They called the cops when you walk in the street
They call you a druggie and ask for some weed
They call you a villain with a vile mentality
They always question our morality, but not the way they treat us with their
Brutality or criminality
So, I’ll say what they won’t
The black experience not always easy,
Not always a joke,
But pass all that bad and all that sad you’ll find what they won’t
The tools to make this world a better home
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