Every time I walk through your neighborhood,
The dogs are barking,
The whites are looking,
Will I end up like Trayvon Martin?
When I’m in elevator with white women,
I sometimes receive looks from them,
They look unsure, sometimes afraid,
Is it because I’m tall?
Is it because I’m a man?
Is it because I’m black?
White spaces make me uneasy but black spaces make me just as uneasy,
Niggas starting at me in the hood,
Maybe because they are unfamiliar with me,
Usually now black Folks leave me alone in black spaces,
I’m worried about these young niggas,
These Gun Toting niggas with nothing to lose,
They scare me,
These white gun toting folks looking to kill a nigger scare me too,
Fuck, where is my piece of mind?
I miss Japan,
I could be black over there without worrying about much,