to find salvation in this snowy station
with these pasty walls has got my mind racin.
tracing the snowman’s footsteps, erasing all my mis-steps.
the Black Queen is gonna crumble, their whispers turn to mumbles.
I’m sorry for this color,
forgive me for this blunder.
I can’t fight no more, this strong Brown sista.
she’s cracking under pressure,
she cannot find her mista.
but what she need him for?
why ain’t she independent?
why am I not accepted?
just first answer my question.