Your Rage (feat. Suse)
I walk home at 5 AM, nothing's there, I feel safe
She walks home at 5 AM, someone's there, she's not okay
My hand in her hand walking down the beach
Her hand in her hand, they kiss and get impeached
I got a job with average grades
They don't, it's in their name
What you feel, what you face
I have no idea about your rage
What you feel, how much you stand
I will never know how you live this way
L walk home at 5 AM, ID check, please go on
He walks by the same patrol, gets locked up for his looks
I disagree online, get comments and a meme
She disagrees online, it gets violent and obscene
They dared to claim their legit space
We are not the same
What you feel, what you face
I have no idea about your rage
What you feel, how much you stand
I will never know how you live this way
Justifying every single minute of the day
Who you want to be, that you want the same
I never had to do that, had to fight so hard
But I'll stand beside you, when you break all this apart
What you feel, what you face
I have no idea about your rage
What you feel, how much you stand
I will never know how you live this way
She walks home at 5 AM, someone's there, she's not okay
My hand in her hand walking down the beach
Her hand in her hand, they kiss and get impeached
I got a job with average grades
They don't, it's in their name
What you feel, what you face
I have no idea about your rage
What you feel, how much you stand
I will never know how you live this way
L walk home at 5 AM, ID check, please go on
He walks by the same patrol, gets locked up for his looks
I disagree online, get comments and a meme
She disagrees online, it gets violent and obscene
They dared to claim their legit space
We are not the same
What you feel, what you face
I have no idea about your rage
What you feel, how much you stand
I will never know how you live this way
Justifying every single minute of the day
Who you want to be, that you want the same
I never had to do that, had to fight so hard
But I'll stand beside you, when you break all this apart
What you feel, what you face
I have no idea about your rage
What you feel, how much you stand
I will never know how you live this way
Credits
Writer(s): Camilo Betancourt, Julian Schmauch
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