Do It?
I look out my window and see the glowing lights of my city.
I gaze up at the night sky and yes it's quite pretty.
I find myself daydreaming about the finer things in life.
Then I think what's the point in life?
I mean there's this city with its' beautiful lights, but am I going be stuck here for
the rest of my life?
No, I refuse!
As a black male am I stuck to just the "ghetto" life?
No, I'm going choose!
I walk through the streets of D.c past the cops and they frown.
Just 'cause simple-minded children act a fool that's my age with no hope in life
cause drama do they see the same in me?
I wondr if I wear a business suit will they frown on me?
Do money make people not care 'bout my race?
Do a business suit change the color of my face?
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