My mom talking about how she wants grandkids one day
My brother talking about getting rich and finding a way
But none of that’s for me, I’m looking for a purpose
8 dollars an hour to get treated like I’m worthless
Eating a pack of hot dogs with sandwich bread
Summer break full of tuition and school supplies
Politicians promising to finally help us get ahead
Making us believe they understand the pain in our eyes
No coincidence that I’m broke and black
Like damaged goods sometimes I wish I could take my skin color back
Daydreaming about how life would be if I were white
Wondering how good it feel to finally be considered beautiful and right

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