torn between
black and white,
perhaps thats why my favourite colour
always grey,
cos race was
something ive run in
something ive run from
remember words my mother always say
surrounded by a lack of colour
these white kids play dumb
these white kids say dumb
shit
afro futurist
cos the present presents a world of pain
the past embroiled in shame
fanons cigarette flits betwixt fingertips
stop to check the mask aint slipped
hand trembling,
i roll my fears
flames turn brown into red
inhale the colours of rage
burn it all to the embers
fuck these institutions that hate,
pigs stay all up in my
shit
stay searching through all of my
shit
have the audacity to throw niggers in a cage
tryna free myself with a pen
the fuck walking gonna change
speak gently when shoutings aplenty
endlessly deliberate the best route to take
avoid conflict, torn conscience
who the fuck am i to say
shit
about shit
black people ain't even born free
remind myself every day with this chain