You make an assumption about me
when I walk into a room,
get real tense-worrying what I’m gonna do,
makes no sense haven’t did a thing uncouth,
but you still address the difference between us two.
You don’t wait to get an attitude
sized me up-don’t mean a thing to you.
I’m just another one of the rabble
another dumb low life
no honor or value
but this is your job and
I am a patient-
why is my skin color the only piece of me you’ve taken?