Yo I’m tired
Like you don’t even know
I’m tired of walking on egg shells
Seems like I’m walking through hell
Got the world telling me “No”
You can’t do this
Don’t do that
Man idk I thought this was my life
I was taught coming up “ All I gotta do is be black and Die”
And I can’t even lie it’s 2020
And that not even true no more
Seems everywhere I go it’s another closed Door
“Do it this way”
“No that’s not the right way “
So many saying “ do it that way”
I feel like I’m losing my way
**** the standards
**** being understood
If I gotta tuck myself away
What do I have left
A Name , A number
I’m left out like a barcode
Everyday in the system I’m just that a Number
Yet as a Blackman
I walk on eggshells
Man is it gonna be today
Or tomorrow
Some days it feels like I’m on time borrowed
In a way I feel like you supposed
To be quintessential
But I suppose Right now it’s a struggle to be essential