Ashamed
By
STREET CRIES
AM I ASHAMED OF ME
SEE THE CITY WHERE I LIVE NOT OFTEN I SEE ME
MY JOB TEAM ONLY HAS ME
THAT LOOK LIKE ME
IS IT POSSIBLE THAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN ME
WOMEN THAT I AM ATTRACTED TO SOMETIMES
DON'T LOOK LIKE ME
PEOPLE THAT I OFTEN TALK TO DON'T SOUND LIKE ME
I AM SO USE TO NOT SEEING ME
SOMETIMES I DON'T EVEN SPEAK WHEN I SEE ME
TV SHOWS ME NEGATIVELY
IS THAT THE WAY I REALLY SEE ME
IT'S FUNNY HOW PEOPLE WHO DON'T LOOK LIKE ME
ACT LIKE ME
BUT DON'T WANT THE REALTY OF BEING ME
THIS COUNTRY WAS BUILT ON THE BACKS OF ME
WHEN THEY WHERE FINISH PUT WIPS ON THE BACKS
OF ME
TOLD ME I WAS UGLY NO BEAUTY IN ME
SEPARATED MY FAMILY SO THERE'S NO UNITY
THE BLOOD OF A SLAVE RUNS THROUGH ME
IS THAT WAY I HAVE A DISTORTED IMAGE OF ME
GET HIGH AND DRUNK TREAT MY WOMEN ABUSIVELY
CONSISTENTLY SEEKING THE DESTRUCTION OF ME
OBVIOUSLY WE NEED TO WAKE UP
LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND LOVE WHAT WE SEE
Copyright © Street Cries | Year Posted 2015
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