sometimes I ask,
how free can I really be?
The world reaches out to remind me-
Girl, best that you remember your place.
Don't keep coming out here,
trying to spread your wings
and free fall into love and acceptance.
Don't you keep trying that.
You better be ready to fall into danger.
You better be ready to fight.
If you don't, you'll fall into danger,
when you should have known better.
You better keep that nervous system on edge.
Who do you think you are?
Why you out here trying to breathe?
Why you think you got that white people safety?
You are not afforded that luxury.
You better be ready to earn that love.
And make sure you deserve it.
Make sure they don't see the garbage that you are,
And then discard you accordingly.