I've heard there cried
Coming against my face...
I'm pouring out all the reasons why I'm the way I...
But even after you've tried, you still can't...
Left, Right
Left, Right...
I am not documented by my thoughts
but by touch...
Theres fire burning in our hearts
And we join to take a stand...
You tell me to be myself
Yet when I try it isn't good enough...
Racism is a negative thing
It scatters like a virus...
Doing nothing is just as bad as doing something,
But it's done in secret...
She sits in class
With her perfect hair and the most coolest clothes...
You look at me like I'm a piece of art,
Evaluating as if to see if I have any flaws...
It leaves me with a half-hearted, soft...
The echoes already starts to decay...
I am a geode.
Know me for...