You call me African American
But you think I'm more African
Than American
But you keep on staring
You think your caring
I'm in chains even though they're not there
I'm criminalized
So they might be there
I wear my heart on my sleeve
But that doesn't stop
That I really can't breath
Doesn't stop the tears
In my eyes
As I cry
Cuz I know I'll be televised
For the whole world to see
A whole damn movement
Will be on top of me
People in the streets
Broken bottles everywhere
Air thicker than some black dudes hair
Got to get away
The problem keeps chasing me
And I don't know where I need to be
To stop seeing black bodies down in the streets
I thought the U.S.A
But that's how they pave the streets
I guess I need to wait till it's me
Need to wait till it's me
Need to wait till they kill me
Till they kill me