Hundreds of lines have been written about you
Your skin and your eyes, your skin and your eyes
Your value was lost, its still lost
After time, after lies, after lives
They still lie after time, and beacuse of who you are, they still wanna take your life
Your beauty and your struggle are both romanticized
Born to be unapolagetic but forced to apologize
For the hair that grows out of your head.
Thats just one instance
You become the blame when your son ends up dead
Cause you couldnt fill an absence in his heart
That you didnt even leave
Now he's gone, and you got one more thing in life to grieve
But you pull through, cause youre strong, hurt is only make believe
Im not really cared about with my clothes on.
There. I said it.
But when the worlds asleep
Then I become a fetish
And they say that a thing could only happen if you really let it
They say that from the way i act and dress, im basically begging to get it
Its not a fair, but its the world we live in today
Its the exact same world that is was in '58
"Those who dont know history, repeat it," or sumn so dem say
Well we repeating it all now, every second if every day
They scream change, and dont create spaces that gon breed change
We gah adapt to a system that them aint waan change
Them just pretending that them with us, them aint really gang
They taking food from our mouths then side eye us when we hold out our hand
Theres alot more I could say, maybe in a part two
Bout how they disrupting our future by affecting our youth
Those that know me, those around me, never needed an excuse
No matter the circumstances we in, we know the marathon continues
~a h s y l a
