There are police cars
There's a chase
A black man is arrested
And they beat him to death
Later on they find out
It was not him
The description didn't fit
But the stereotype did
His widow pleaded for mercy
Fell down on her knees
All they could do is say sorry
And compensate her needs
It angers me when I see
Judgement on what color you were born in
And a voice screams repeatedly
"Its not my fault that I was born this color"
"It not my choosing to belong to this race"
Its a bad world
And sad for sure
For our eyes do not see
Our eyes are covered in decisions of our mind
A film that covers it from seeing
The beauties that exist
The beauty all around
The beauty in each and everyone of us
No matter what race, religion, country or creed.
For I hurt the same way if you were to beat me
And I would bleed red blood if you were to bruise me
And I have two eyes and I have two hands and I have two feet
And I celebrate birthdays, weddings and funerals
And I do get scared when the lights go out
And I do look on both sides of the road when I cross
And i speak, speak the language of pain and love
For I too can fall in love...
