“Drag”
*inhale cigarette*
She takes a drag
Oh what a drag
Oh What a drag
This poor black girl
aint even poor
Shes just black
She affords
George Floyd
the weight of the world
On her back
And oh aint it sad
Aint it sad
she Cant even bare
To see her dad
His black self hatred
Ingrained in her nature
Deep seeded
And depleted their roots
Poor black girl
Her people wont see the truth
If they can't string you up
they'll just hand
you the noose
And when you say
Its enough
They just put
You on the news
Come out
With your hands up
Yeah You know
how they do
Another pull
Another gasping for air
She takes a drag
Filling her lungs
With black smoke
With black fear
With black tears
Oh what a drag
Oh what a drag
Can we make it
Till next year
Can we make it
Till next month
Can we make it
Till tonight
This black girl
Might have tears
In her eyes
But this girl came to fight