They Don't Know Me
they don't know me
they live by the sea
they have white skin
they live in a fantasy about reality
I have brownskin
and when I deal with the cops
I know what the real score is
I have cops draw guns on me
for smoking weed
they have locked me up and
beat someone unconscious
right next to me naked
all because I was smoking weed
and step in front of there drawn guns
and told them ready
your gonna shoot my friend
over this, your gonna have to kill me
and I fucking meant it
I lived on the streets
at around 4 in the morning
the streets a bone-cold
alcohol is the only thing to keep
your soul warm
waiting on something to fill the tummy
drugs flow in and out of your existences
I have banged my head again reality
only to see me bleed out again and again
so you don't know me
but I know the reality
I got blood spilled all over the floor
as my receipts for all these empty words
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