
Date of issue: 02.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brown Out |
They teach me to erase that brown, subconsciously I lose my crown |
‘Til I don’t even recognize the person that’s inside me now |
We came from the slums once, now livin' the humdrum |
In search for the green funds, we never can keep one |
My mama on 9−5, then switch to an 8−1 |
An immigrant family losin' our names, and our face, and the place that we came |
from |
These institutions working, the devil prove he lurkin' |
They shoot us down but first when, we play the part and curtains |
Open up til we prefer them, ‘til we don’t know we hurtin' |
‘Til we become a version: a self that’s lost it’s worth |
So how can I breathe in this land of the free? |
My people ain’t free when the freedom ain’t free |
I look in the mirror then all that I see |
Is a version of me that they want me to be |
Plus all of these lies I adopted see |
I’ll never be what they want me to be |
The devil’s at work and he lookin' like me |
Can you tell me my worth? |
and I’ll pay you the fee |
‘Til I fall on my knees and I’m feelin' defeat |
And so give me a reason, the image they feed |
To the flows that I breathe ‘cause we parted the sea |
Can you pardon my speech? |
And the accent I speak? |
I whiten my skin ‘cause it’s all that I see |
No image of me represented to be |
Myself so I’m looking for ways I could be |
Exactly like people they teach me to be! |