Wrong skin color
Wrong last name
Never roll your window down moreEven if they say
Wrong skin color
Wrong last name
It′s a gift
It's a curse
It′s a power either way
They got
Big plans for a dark skin man
Soul wasn't designer
They still kill him where he stand
Where he sit
Where he drive
With his kids
With his wife
Selling cigs
It's 2020 so he gotta die
I
Used to dream of waking up
And being white
Pray to white Jesus
Then I hit the lights goodnight
Used to take pride
In having no accent
Mustache
Anything that felt ethnic was slashed
Never did too well in school
But I wanted that pass
Oh this? It′s a tan
Got it for the summer it′ll pass
Of course that didn't work
And I was stuck between worlds
Unlearning is a bridge
You′ll never know
Until you're burned
Wrong skin color
Wrong last name
Never roll your window down more
Even if they say
Wrong skin color
Wrong last name
It′s a gift
It's a curse
It′s your power either way
Never wanna seem intimidating
Never wanna be what the media made me
They see brown skin they eliminate it
If you wear bright colors
They can't say they ain't see you
Walking round like a neon sign
I don′t give two fucks
I′m coming home alive
Yuh
I don't go out past nine
Yuh
Rather stay home and write
Yuh
But they always forcing me to fight
Different tool
Hard to feel like the future
When they target youth
If you run away from one
How they still surrounding you
That sound like some horror movie rules
Shit
Wrong skin color
Wrong last name
Never roll your window down more
Even if they say
Wrong skin color
Wrong last name
Just remember it′s a gift
No matter what they say
