The Black Experience.

Empathic nature within a loving soul

Let me tell a story, let it unfold

Five years old, remember being told

My ebon skin the same as gold

But not for some, no some do hold

Us down, some don't see our shine

Some throw words and that ain't fine

And some will even pass that line

Call the police when you walk in the street

Call you a druggie and ask for some weed

Call you a criminal when out buying milk

Cause dark outside means no dark in

A villain with a vile mentality, morality

Always questioned but not our brutality

Or criminality, so i'll say what they won't

The black experience is not always easy,

Not always a joke, but past all that bad

And all that sad, you'll find what they don't

The tools to make this world a home