How Can You Tell Me

You don't see what I see or what goes on in my head, so how can you tell me that the sky is not red? You can't feel my passion, eternal flame in my heart, so how can you tell me from my pain won't come art? You can't listen to my soul or the melodies it sings, so how can you tell me that I don't come from kings? You don't suffer my pain, nor have you witnessed my story, so how can you tell me that I'm not destined for glory? You don't value my people, but know the price we were sold, so how can you tell me that your black's not my gold?