The Rotten Parts

Don't think too much, too soon
When it's too little, too late
Don't suck the air from the room
While someone else suffocates
Imagine a mile in the shoes
That some devil keeps lacing you in
Who uses god as an excuse
To behave and to say what's less than human

Don't tell the rain it's dry
Don't tell the sun it's hot
Don't point, don't lie, don't patronize
It won't erase all the rotten parts you got

Imagine centuries in the skin
That some thief keeps taking you in
Who finds new ways of legislating
For the hate of your melanin
For the guilt of their wrong-doing
For the envy of your elegance
For the safety of their dominance
For the trembling fear of your perseverance
For the crazy high of arrogance
For the lazy love of ignorance
For the hate of your melanin
For the hate of your melanin



Credits
Writer(s): Lindsay White
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