African

You call me African American But you think I'm more African Than American But you keep on staring You think your caring I'm in chains even though they're not there I'm criminalized So they might be there I wear my heart on my sleeve But that doesn't stop That I really can't breath Doesn't stop the tears In my eyes As I cry Cuz I know I'll be televised For the whole world to see A whole damn movement Will be on top of me People in the streets Broken bottles everywhere Air thicker than some black dudes hair Got to get away The problem keeps chasing me And I don't know where I need to be To stop seeing black bodies down in the streets I thought the U.S.A But that's how they pave the streets I guess I need to wait till it's me Need to wait till it's me Need to wait till they kill me Till they kill me