If I had a nickel for every single time
I've tried to cla**ify the populace around me with a word,
or a catchy phrase, I could quit my job for good
and play Nintendo until my fingers ached.
Am I an idiot, too lazy to think twice?
I point the finger, but I can't take my own advice.
I put a name on something and ever since,
I've made an art of building my counterfeit intelligence.
Seemingly to me,
I am straightening a world of cluttered thoughts
and a debris inside my head,
but I think instead of prejudiced
and I give people names to make me feel safe.
How does it feel what does it take to make me understand?
If I could only walk a mile in the shoes of another man.
If I could look out through his eyes
and know what it means to bleed the same red blood that I do.
What is economic status, and tell me what is race?
who decides to Cla**ified taxonomy of grace?
If one man gets less that another is it true,
that he is all that different,
that he is less than you?