Pounding the pavement
Looking into blank faces
Talking to brick walls
Looking for a diamond in the rough
only to find a pitch black cave of angry coal
chiseling away at the grime and sometimes
It smears onto me
It seems the impossible task
To make something so ***** shine so bright
Like a needle in the haystack, a collection
Of stolen goods
Trying to play Robin Hood
are we as black on the inside
As we seem on the outside?
Chisel and break and peel away
The black alone to reveal what's true
Bringing out the best in us
Is all we aim to do