Where should I start?
When did it begin?
Was it with the fire hoses?
Or the ships they put us in?
I don't feel safe
I know why, it's not fair
Only talking about race
Yes, the texture of my hair
Am I surprised at the verdict?
Undoubtably no
Am I surprised in the least?
I wish it was so
It isn't about right,
Or who was wrong
It's more about life
In the country I don't belong
It's hard to see what really has changed
At least I know I can't be sold on a range
But how is that range different from a Pen?
Where too many are locked up, never released again?
I don't feel safe
It's a depressing fact
I just have to accept
The life of a black
When did it begin?
Was it with the fire hoses?
Or the ships they put us in?
I don't feel safe
I know why, it's not fair
Only talking about race
Yes, the texture of my hair
Am I surprised at the verdict?
Undoubtably no
Am I surprised in the least?
I wish it was so
It isn't about right,
Or who was wrong
It's more about life
In the country I don't belong
It's hard to see what really has changed
At least I know I can't be sold on a range
But how is that range different from a Pen?
Where too many are locked up, never released again?
I don't feel safe
It's a depressing fact
I just have to accept
The life of a black