The Color of My Face

“Is it possible, that you can just see more

Than what you think you know, than the color of my face

Is it possible, to be judgmental,

When we should stick and pull, For the human race”

I be like Batman and everybody else Dick Greyson

Cuzz they robbin me of my rights, for the color of my face and

Spacing me out, that I’m now marginalized

But if they come shootin, it’s the white in my eyes

Are showing, when they see me comin at yah in the open

Its chicken season but I got yah ducking from this flowing

How that goes when, when I go into a good part of town, some of the snobby peoples