We live in two different America's

The tale of two cities, the story isn't new

I had to learn by experience and you expect me to teach you?

I have to educate you on burnt flesh, lynched necks and welfare checks.

I had to adapt your privilege but my struggle you never had to accept.

You are tired of hearing it? I am exhausted of saying it

You have your proof, you have your cameras your full story now you can you see

That a world built on the enslavement of people can never truly be free

I don't care about looting, rioting and violence

I care about ignorance, hatred and silence.

I can not express my frustration within in these stanzas

You lived freely while black lives were at ransom

I can not possibly explain it all because the story still doesn't end

There isn't enough paper in the world or ink within my pen

to tell you how we live in two different America's

While I am waiting for a conviction you waited on cameras

To prove what we have been screaming for years

Through literal blood sweat and tears

Now I'm suppose to teach you understanding while I was taught to live in fear?

Don't wear that, Don't say that, Don't do that.

You sit because she sat. With the police no chit chat

Hands up where they can see them, eyes straight ahead

Don't resist them at all or you won't make it home

To your bed.

We live in two different Americas.