I could never be them

Though my blood is just as red

And we all grieve our beloved

That end up just as dead



I can feel the anger

At the old atrocities

But I know it's not the same

Knowing it wouldn't have happened to me



And I'm no good with cheap sloganeering

About making dreams come true

The answer is somewhere at the foot of the cross

However hard we've tried to make it untrue



I remember McDuffie and how I had to stay home

Not understanding why because I also thought those cops were wrong

Until later I caught myself laughing at my friends' racist jokes

Me the adult white male, I finally grew up



And so the drugs enslave with the laws that imprison

State sponsored plantations disguised and hidden

And I don't want to fear a man anymore

But then when one of them knocks at my door