This is what happens when a n***a from the street
Starts becoming free
Gives a hoe the time to reap
F***ing lucky brother cause he got to meet the right
Instead the wrong people, yeah
Whatever that means
Learn to fight cause he from a strong people, yeah
Heavenly, yeah
Both parents, two elder siblings
Got a mixture of wisdom and weapon
No holiday dripping for all of the children
But always some food that we love in the kitchen
Blessed, I guess
Black man born in the west
They say that I'm a guest
And that's messed
I feel it when you come to test
I feel it when you won't sit next to me
Feel it the way you portray me in press
Feel that you just molest, arrest, oppress
Feel it the way you portray me in press

Feel that you really feel like you're the best
And yes, I'm stressed
Real * dawg, hurts in my chest
Can my people rest?
I guess, hey
I need you to answer these questions, like
Who am I?
Who are you?
Who are we?
Seeking identities, yeah
When you say us
Do you mean?
You say us
Just tell me who you mean
I see
You ain't talking about me
No, no, no
I see
You ain't talking about me
I need you to answer these questions
Need you to answer these questions
I need you to answer these questions
to tell the truth
Need you to answer these
I need you to answer these questions
Nobody speaks
Everyone speaks
Every day
period
I can read you, dude
Yeah, I'm speaking german pretty well
You think I'm getting nothing
You ask yourself why that punk isn't in jail
Where did she come from. Where does that person come from?
from his country is wrong grammar but homie doesn't do it, it's practical and you ask yourself why
I'm angry, why I'm black power, why I don't feel like raising the flag, just because
football is running now or there is something else to drink, I think this is a moment,
look at me mama, believe in it mama, maya won't be from the taugen, I don't trust anything and
no one at home is where they call me, I'm at home and feel super alien,
Arthur Krause for Klaus, he's superman and they talk about alienation, it swings around and you stand
with arms crossed, conscious distraction, I would like to know what you all think and
boundless and shameless, a poem against the German semblance, I will still be African
, even if I would like to have German,
and I will still be German, even if my swords do not fit you, I will go one more step
further, to the outermost edge, where my sisters are, where my brothers are, where our freedom begins,
I will go one more step further and one more step further and return when I want,
if I want, boundless and shameless, stay.
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