Brown Out
They teach me to erase that brown, subconsciously I lose my crown
'Til I don't even recognize the person that's inside me now
We came from the slums once, now livin' the humdrum
In search for the green funds, we never can keep one
My mama on 9-5, then switch to an 8-1
An immigrant family losin' our names,
and our face, and the place that we came from
These institutions working, the devil prove he lurkin'
They shoot us down but first when, we play the part and curtains
Open up til we prefer them, 'til we don't know we hurtin'
'Til we become a version: a self that's lost it's worth
So how can I breathe in this land of the free?
My people aint free when the freedom ain't free
I look in the mirror then all that I see
Is a version of me that they want me to be
Plus all of these lies I adopted see
I'll never be what they want me to be
The devil's at work and he lookin' like me
Can you tell me my worth? and I'll pay you the fee
'Til I fall on my knees and I'm feelin' defeat
And so give me a reason, the image they feed
To the flows that I breathe 'cuz we parted the sea
Can you pardon my speech? And the accent I speak?
I whiten my skin 'cuz it's all that I see
No image of me represented to be
Myself so I'm looking for ways I could be
Exactly like people they teach me to be!
'Til I don't even recognize the person that's inside me now
We came from the slums once, now livin' the humdrum
In search for the green funds, we never can keep one
My mama on 9-5, then switch to an 8-1
An immigrant family losin' our names,
and our face, and the place that we came from
These institutions working, the devil prove he lurkin'
They shoot us down but first when, we play the part and curtains
Open up til we prefer them, 'til we don't know we hurtin'
'Til we become a version: a self that's lost it's worth
So how can I breathe in this land of the free?
My people aint free when the freedom ain't free
I look in the mirror then all that I see
Is a version of me that they want me to be
Plus all of these lies I adopted see
I'll never be what they want me to be
The devil's at work and he lookin' like me
Can you tell me my worth? and I'll pay you the fee
'Til I fall on my knees and I'm feelin' defeat
And so give me a reason, the image they feed
To the flows that I breathe 'cuz we parted the sea
Can you pardon my speech? And the accent I speak?
I whiten my skin 'cuz it's all that I see
No image of me represented to be
Myself so I'm looking for ways I could be
Exactly like people they teach me to be!
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Tattykeel Kato Strand, Ruby Anne Ibarra
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