Is There Anything Left to Be Said?

Usually I turn to writing music when I got anxiety or nervous thoughts Running through my head Ah f*ck is there anything left to be said I don't think there is any combination of words that can be used to express The feeling of frustration and anger at all of this mess Just take a look at the eyes of the people in the protest And tell me that's not anger and frustration to a maximum Of people who felt that the nation has abandoned them again Now I may be an overprivileged white kid living in my bubble Trying to not make too much noise and definitely stay out of trouble I know that all the shit that my ancestors did puts blood on my hands too Going into a continent and claiming everything was theirs even though that wasn't true They divided it up amongst themselves by taking a fucking ruler to that place Take a look at the map a lot of the borders are still fucking straight We went in and we just took everything out And then we left and claimed it's their fault that everything's a huge blowout And even today private interests are taking a part of that place I wish it was as easy as just putting a black picture up on Instagram With a hashtag everything's gotta pause just to show you are part of the cause When the truth is that a lot of us haven't even dealt with A single day of actual struggle in our life I know I haven't Now don't get me wrong I understand the sentiment I promise I do But you tell me what a picture on Instagram is actually gonna do To fix the systemic racism that takes place in the United States And not just the United States but over the entire fucking world Because if you were a Tutsi living in a Hutu neighbourhood or you were indigenous to The Great Planes Or you were just a black kid walking around downtown Detroit With something that looks like a gun in your pocket You tell me what happened to those people