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The sunshine doesnt make it into the darkness of this valley,

Where the kids play football with tennis balls and the drug dealers congregate in the alleys.

Where the Sally's and Julie's and Billy's are considered lame,

No kids answer to those- Because those is rich people names.

And the memory lanes are filled with pain- Recalling the thoughts of friends slain.

Each day it begins again- The blame thats placed upon your shoulders by Life,

Where you sulk in self doubt- And you run from the light.

Because you are the "son" of the night- But my bond with Life isn't tight enough,

Raised in an all black community- So I'll probably never be white enough.

To be taken serious amongst the white community- And some black people think I was granted slight immunity.

Due to the fact that I've been surrounded by blacks- You honestly think that the world has my back?

They'd watch me crumble before I'd ever see an out stretched hand,

It seems that my character says nothing about me- But my outfit can.

The stereotypes placed upon me- Judged by the clothes I choose to wear,

I stay to myself in a manner thats calmly- No resentment against those that choose to stare.

Because if they choose to stare- Then I choose to stare at them back,

And if they choose to care then it's rare that I'll turn my back.

I'll keep my eyes fixed until the moment they glance away,

It doesn't matter if the world wants me here- But I'll be damned if I'm scared away.

'Cuz the place that I come from- Doesn't leave much room for fear,

Didn't have time to be scared- Even though death was always near.

Gun shots sprayed random- Moving targets are harder to hit,

So as one man flees from the gunfire- The innocent bystanders become targets.

But they don't get it- And by "they" I mean mainstream America,

But even those that are poor but not in these conditions couldn't imagine the terror.

I'm not saying we have it the worst- But there's way too much room for improvement,

"They" say they care about all of us- But we're still waiting for them to prove it.

Because actions are louder than words- And the words get lost through here,

And it's said believe half of what you see and none of what you hear.

But what do you believe when the world don't want you here,

After a while everything becomes a lie- No matter what you hear.

So I'll constantly let you stare- Because it proves to me what I already knew,

That no matter what I say to defend myself- I'll never be white enough for you.