Status report says I’m being erased
The sun doesn’t show up in this side of the city
What’s the gun for, officer?
Did the melanin in my skin stop the flowers from growing?
Please excuse me while I blow a kiss to the wind and pray
Annie may be singing about tomorrow – but I’m not sure I’ll still be here
Understand that I’m not the enemy and I want the best for this neighborhood too
Let me explain that I have a degree and I’m talking to the moon at night
There are people that don’t hear what I hear – don’t see what I see – so I shine a little light
It’s my duty to go around and feed knowledge to the hungry out there because bread isn’t enough
Where is the water to drink ? I’m parched and my soul is looking for rest…
Officer…can you tell me I’m not dying ?
I promise I’m not a menace and all of this dark won’t rub off on you
Could I get you an Easter Lily…..would that make us even………….