Tired

Yeah I'm tired of being a victim black boy in a broken system If there's beef in Pryzm they put any black boy in prison But I'm a statistic of a stereotype that's fiction And they won't believe me because another black boy's convictions In primary school's where it started Where I was the darkest And I felt like they made me a target They call me Chimney Sweep And they said I got clothes from the market My mind was tarnished Thought I was raised in dirt like parsnips I would go home conflicted And try to scrub the colour off my dark skin I went from thinking I'm normal To I'm dirty and everyone's laughing Even the mixed race arse licks But they would talk to me about my hard kicks My mother's noticed it too It's the third hour and I'm still bathing I know to her I seem stupid and that's why I ain't bothered asking I scrubbed my skin till it's moulting And my blood was out in the open A young boy sitting there frozen Staring at my skin thinking that I'm broken But now I know my skin's golden I know being black is human But so is hiding emotions Yeah I'm tired of being a victim black boy in a broken system If there's beef in Pryzm they put any black boy in prison But I'm a statistic of a stereotype that's fiction And they won't believe me because another black boy's convictions I'm tired of racists see my race I embrace it I'm black and I'm proud and they hate it I was brought up learning to take it They try to graze my face think the colour's gonna fade out my face quick As a black man I take it People throw change in my hand It's mad They think my skin colours contagious Melanin rabies