Sarah & the Scraped Knee

Sarah scraped her knee running up the street So we went inside the house Alcohol burns, you live and you learn But some things But some things she don't need to find out I feel my back against the wall I feel like Atlas shrugging at the weigh of it all 'Cause, what can I do? Sell drugs or rap, pick one of the two Pick one Pick one Pick one Pick one Pick one Pick one Pick one Pick one (whoa) I need advice I need a guide The Counselor sighed So did I I can't describe How he makes me feel, like why did I show my face in the first place? There's nothing in this world that is stronger than black fear My whole personality's destroyed by black fear Mix that with the fear of failing junior year Plus the sound of my mom straight up crying in my ear 'Cause the worst thing her black son could do is be weird Or queer This is This is why This is This is why I show my second face, no! Just like Sarah and the scraped knee She doesn't need to feel how I felt at 17 She doesn't need to see How I scraped these She doesn't need To be the mascot of diversity at Temple University There will always be a black and white barrier between you and me I'm still scraping my knees The first face is easy, is the one that you see The second face is a lie for my family The third face my true self, I keep it on the bottom shelf It's completely broken from stereotypes and everything I've felt Uh, uh