Cry.

Cry sometimes, let it out your mind (It's okay to cry sometimes) Don't hold it inside, got to cry sometimes (I know all that's on your mind, your mind, your mind) You've got to cry sometimes, let it out your mind (It's okay to cry sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes) I’ve been dealing with a lot this is my confession I wake up every day with a death sentence My skin color is viewed as a deadly weapon There ain’t a day, there ain’t a minute, and there ain’t a second where I can forget it; Look turn on the news it’s another black person getting murdered Head to school it’s history teachers teaching the class that we’re useless Conquered and inferior people Like we don’t have achievements It’s a cycle of generational evils that we can’t escape Victims of a system that was built on hate (Hatred) When I leave the house my momma says be safe We‘re both aware of the dangers that exist for me (Black man) This is being black some people can’t relate We’re used to the abuse we carry that weight But sometimes when I’m alone and everything’s ""okay"" The trauma makes them tears stream down my face Crying now Cry sometimes, let it out your mind (It's okay to cry sometimes) Don't hold it inside, got to cry sometimes (I know all that's on your mind, your mind, your mind) You've got to cry sometimes, let it out your mind (It's okay to cry sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes) I don’t fear death I didn’t expect to live as long as I have Because I am black I live in expectation of a confrontation that’ll end my life, go head and a ask me why, because I am black I never thought I’d get to wear the cap gown Graduate from high school even though I’ve passed that now I never thought I’d make it to the age of 18 I got letters on my dresser for when I leave Bet you don’t know that feeling But this is me talking bout what I go through This is my truth, and if it offends you Oh well I was 13 when I felt the weight (Of what?) Of being a black man in the USA (Ugh) I went to the park out where I stay I was chilling when those white men saw me They didn’t speak, they rolled down their window And let a confederate flag hang I was in shock, I didn’t know why When I went home and to my mom, I thought she’d cry but she knew deep down inside that the day would come When they’d hate her youngest son Racism is something there’s no running from I know that ya’ll can’t stomach us Mamma told me knuckle up What they did I doubled up They make the rules, I play the game and they get mad cuz I’m in front of them I’ll be number one A skinny black boy who’s Lumberton, I ain’t no runner up Cry sometimes, let it out your mind Don't hold it inside, got to cry sometimes You've got to cry sometimes, let it out your mind