i wrote an email
what did it do
it'll sit in an inbox
maybe just take up room
but i wanna do something
i wanna be loud
when i see something that wrong
i can't black it out

can't **** my teeth
and just go along
sometimes i smile at their faces
when i know it's wrong
cause i'm afraid to get
berated and pushed up on
it's nothing in comparison
i'm ashamed i'm not strong

but i know little boys shouldn't be scared
to play in the street
or go for a run
whenever they please
the things we are born with
things we can't change
the color God gave us
the skin we wear each day

shouldn't be so shameful
or be a source of so much pain
how do people
harbor so much rage
i could never understand
the hate in their heart
they see a little boy
as a threat cause he's dark

makes no **** sense
they lies to themselves
lose a little more faith in humanity
with each bullet shell
behind my closed eyelids
i see him facing the sky
he couldn't be staring at it
he isn't alive