I was born and raised in the hood
My color was always misunderstood
Nobody ever asked how I felt
Being black is a blessing
My mom says
It doesn't feel that way
My legs were made to run away
away from danger
away from people
away from the truth
that being black is a weapon
and I should use this to my advantage
But people only see the dangerous part
Flinching before I even start
Hurting my feelings
Little do they know it tears me apart
so my legs never stop running
away from danger
away from people
away from the truth
in the hood you never stop running
if you do you'll be dead
