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