The Man in the Mirror
When I look in the mirror, I see my dark skin
Telling me when and how my story will begin.
My father will disappear like many of them do,
And I’ll look around to see no parents coming in two.
I’ll talk with new slang, so people will understand
That I go to school everyday but won’t conform to the man.
Nothing will bother me, ‘cause I don’t want people to know
That I actually have feelings when I’m all alone.
I look on the news, and see my people in jail.
Doesn’t seem too different than that cotton-filled hell.
The cops beat us in the street.
Everyone around starts packing heat.
Seems like the only way out is with a ball or a beat.
So what would you be like if the world didn’t assume
that you’re a danger to society in a gang-banger suit?