I’ll never start a fight Indeed you start the flame, And I’ll explode Perhaps it’s my crimson hair that attack’s my soul But stereotypical propaganda aside I have nothing to hide Indeed you call me out I’ll trash your name I live for love and peace But there’s only so much hate one woman can’t escape I beg for release And pity your air You walk with your noise so high All just to hide your shame inside All while making me look the fool But I refuse to take blame for something I didn’t do I’ll never start a fight, it’s beneath me But I will finish it And sometimes it’s in the unlikeliest of ways But the best part is really just not caring what the hell you say Your words rot and decay like ash to the wind I like to blow them and spit fire, it’s just the way I am I don’t take any kinda mess or fuss It’s beneath me
Compton, New York West side, East side Nope. Just a white girl from Mississippi, Nah, it's not a joke.
My true self, my true words, my true pain. The world shouldn't have to cope. The world shouldn't have to think it's alone. Cause I'm with you, Oh, I'm with you. All that hate that you own. I used to feel some too, but the kind that you evoke? All that racism that makes you choke. I'm with you, but you don't have to cope.
Before you let counterproductive words slip from your mouth, take a minute to think of me. Don't let our fight go South. I will make a pact from my soul to yours, I will not let them make racism into another "war".
For more than just the rich coincidentally white ******* that rule our country. For everyone. We're all accountable.