I’d rather have a red face than red eyes,
***** a rat race, become tattered up, until you run out of time.
A bunch of misfits, abandoned to find.
The answers to questions within our broken minds.
In a world where some show mercy, while others do crime.
It’s a wonder, what’ll happen when ya put your life on the line.
We all share a burden unspoken, yet say we’re all fine.
When truth is we all know deep down, we lying.
You reap what you sow, so it shouldn’t be surprising!
If your fields filled with land mines and…
You got no hope arriving.
So, in order to cope, here comes the self-medicating.
Numbing circumstances that strip hope, which is so ******* draining.
Parading fake smiles, doing what it takes to stay surviving.
Even if it means stealing or killing.
Being seen as a red faced villain,
A savage that’s needs extermination.
Which effects those just minding their business,
Trying to make a honest living.
1 rotten apple leads to justification.
Of the eradication of a red faced nation.
That’s why I hate over-generalization.
If only we could have safe conversations,
Because these misunderstandings.
Are what results in the ****** up reality,
We currently live in.
How can we be a land of the free?
When all my brothers and sisters make up most of the population, of those in prison!
Some people call me a hypocrite for believing in God,
But my war is focused on these so called Christians.
That justify their ancestors evil mission,
To cleanse this diverse nation.
Through colonization.
If God loves everyone, why do you be hating?
If God loves everyone, why do priests keep ******?
If God loves everyone, why do many believers hate gays than?
I serve a God that is merciful, a lot of ya’ll serve one that is all about ****-nation.
We are not the same, like the difference between liberalization and indoctrination.
Think I need a vacation.
From the division and subjugation.
They say it ain’t about race,
Until it’s their heads on the curbed pavement.
Seeing red, we should be enraged, yet we are complacent.
With many just excepting, that no matter what we do,
We’ll always be vagrants.
They say it ain’t about politics,
Till the laws created by the privileged,
Indicate your people as deviant.
And I know some people may get red faced when,
Challenged by the fact that the ingredients,
That make up our shared history are very heinous,
But as many of your people say to mine,
Get over it and **** my *****!