My hair is beautiful, not untamed like you say
My voice is powerful, not dangerous everyday
My skin is beauty, not a weapon I pray
This is America, a cruel place, I would say
My brother shouldn’t fear for his life, every step he takes
He should not have to change the clothes he wears to get by the day
He shouldn’t have to get pulled over without people fearing he’s a threat
This is a America, a vicious trap we get
We should be able to stand together as equal,
Not fear for one’s life every time it gets evil
They judge us because of the color of our skin, not the beautiful talent we bring out and in
Once again, this is America, a bitter storm
When are we going to start getting treated the same
When are we gonna stop worrying we won’t get through the day
When are we going to stand together as one
When are we going to get back the time we fought for our rights
This is America
This is the place everyone wanted to be in
This is the place someone would spend their whole life fighting for
Welp, this is America repeating itself
In a decade from now are we still going to have to fight for our rights
In a decade from now would our future generations have to go thought the same pain
In a decade from now would schools still hide the true history of America
In a decade from now would a black and white person be able to join hands with one another without getting judged
In a decade from now would America ever change
This is America
A strange night of pizza and ‘2K’
Working on ourselves during quarantine
