Sometimes I wonder how I survive in a world where everyday on the news there’s a black man lost.

And here I am, young and 21, trying to find myself, I’m just another black man lost.

And I’m starting to believe that this country just ain't for us.

But it’s funny that it was built by us, but never for us.

It’s like we made the song, but they just hopped on the chorus.

So they make sure that you only remember the part that they were singing.

And I like I said I just turned 21 so I lately I’ve been drinking.

But in all honesty it’s so I can refrain from the pain that would turn me into an angry black man, the stereotype!

They just want to catch that on camera, so they could feed into the hype.

Now the optimist in me doesn’t wanna believe in the conspiracies.

But my grandmother is a devout Christian so the things she sees are heresy.

And it’s funny that we can hashtag #HennyThingGoes but not #BlackLivesMatter

They so concerned about Hashtag Goals but honestly black lives matter.

And it pains me to see the names because that could be me.

And Lord knows I would cry if it were my friend, cause that could be Leek.

And I’m not blaming the men in uniform.

But the character of the person in it because racism has long been uniform.

I once read in a book from here to here is the civil rights era.

But I never once believed it because we’ve been fighting for our civil rights forever!

But before we look outwards we have to blame inwards.

Because when it’s us on us violence it tends to be on your mind less.

And between me and you those deaths are pretty mindless.

And I know it’s good that we can unite on a global scale.

But let’s look closer too, cause we shouldn’t let our locals fail.

And I hope this is a message that stays in your head.

Because there’s no reason I should be numb to hear another dead.

It hurts because I know our worth and what we cost.

We have to keep teaching so we can never hear a black. man. lost.