Yeah I'm tired of being a victim black boy in a broken system
If there's beef in Pryzm they put any black boy in prison
But I'm a statistic of a stereotype that's fiction
And they won't believe me because another black boy's convictions
In primary school's where it started
Where I was the darkest
And I felt like they made me a target
They call me Chimney Sweep
And they said I got clothes from the market
My mind was tarnished
Thought I was raised in dirt like parsnips
I would go home conflicted
And try to scrub the colour off my dark skin
I went from thinking I'm normal
To I'm dirty and everyone's laughing
Even the mixed race arse licks
But they would talk to me about my hard kicks
My mother's noticed it too
It's the third hour and I'm still bathing
I know to her I seem stupid and that's why I ain't bothered asking
I scrubbed my skin till it's moulting
And my blood was out in the open
A young boy sitting there frozen
Staring at my skin thinking that I'm broken
But now I know my skin's golden
I know being black is human
But so is hiding emotions
Yeah I'm tired of being a victim black boy in a broken system
If there's beef in Pryzm they put any black boy in prison
But I'm a statistic of a stereotype that's fiction
And they won't believe me because another black boy's convictions
I'm tired of racists see my race I embrace it
I'm black and I'm proud and they hate it
I was brought up learning to take it
They try to graze my face think the colour's gonna fade out my face quick
As a black man I take it
People throw change in my hand
It's mad
They think my skin colours contagious
Melanin rabies