Skin Nature

I was in diapers when the city was on fire just like Rosewood they came in and destroyed the empire now the emperors dead someone stole and sold his new clothes a rose is still a rose but when that rose is black the pedals seem to always get pushed back now the hood is a grave yard we're too dead to fight back we don't need a purple heart for a war we didn't start the deeper we dig in they try to take us out of our skin how can we not be in the flesh when our skin is killing us how can we be proud when we're sentenced for talking loud accused of fraternizing by standing in a crowd of those who look like us just because we're trying to eat and fill our babies bellies so they can sleep through all the noise brought back from the past long before they were born their flag was torn and burned