Shoot on sight
Seen as inhuman
Seen as a plight
Justify our deaths
With a prejudiced lens
When you look at me,
What do you see?
Perceived as I am,
Or perceived as a threat?
Could it be me or someone I love,
Who has the misfortune to be deemed a Thug?
Could it be me,
My face on TV?
Or could it be you who walks my shoes?
(They'd rather...)
Exterminate than educate and give us tools to change our fate
The boys in blue are just the few who use their boots to crush us brutes
Brutes in brown pinned to the ground
Taught to keep our heads held down
Accept the norm don't make a sound
As bullets rest inside our crowns
Shoot on sight
Seen as inhuman
Seen as a plight
Justify our deaths
Maybe I'm next