Cyclopes


"Your working for empty hallways and broken dreams"
You're a scheme that's trying to believe in all the wrong things
You're trying
Trying to hold on even though you falling apart
You are a discarded piece of trash
Nmachi
You will never be anything with those eyes of yours
Seeing nothing but the good in others
When you're just the opposite
The color of your skin
Curliness of your hair
And the frown you wear on your wrist
Will never be accepted
In "post racial" America
Where you are a walking contraction
And
Just pray you don't get blasted away by a trigger-happy policeman
Simply walking your way
That will be the last of you
Your dreams will end their pursuit
Your eyes will sink like the Titanic
Water overflowing its cup
And you will never be worth
Anything
You always be black
Nmachi

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