They call me a ******
But I ain’t done nothing wrong!
I swear it –
That ain’t me no more
But ya’ll don’t care.
When I was scraping needles
From rusty banana peels
Ya’ll sent for help ‘cuz I needed it.
All red you was with so much love,
For me? Nah for your own selfish
Needs. I got some too you know.

And I guess the worst part is I believed ya’ll cared
And maybe I even fixed me for you,
But when I got out clean
I found a lot of dirt on my “friends”,
My “family”, my blood that wouldn’t bleed
For no one but themselves.

And at Thanksgiving my blood looked at me
Like I was the same old dirt.
And I realized no matter how much I cleaned
Or scrubbed away my dirt and grime
Ya’ll will never see me as anything
But what you wanna see.
‘Cuz ya’ll got ***** windows you ain’t cleaned
Still distorting your view.
And I know I ain’t perfect
But I want ya’ll to see,
I ain’t just the ****** you see in me.