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The process begins
 With the reduction of a soul to a color
 Stripping traditions, suppressing identity
 Bleaching our minds, the only remedy
 Justice is nowhere
 The innocents left in anguish
 Self-hatred instilled systematic oppression
 Correlation of color and suspicion
 Scales imbalanced, only money connects
 Impoverished grieve, true evil collects
 A place where race threatens security
 Born charged with the crime of impurity
 Guns to my face
 Cuffs on my wrist
 Knees to my back
 Treat me like a savage
 And I'll become the animal you want me to be
 A jaundice complexion
 Provoking true disgust
 Black eyes, no expression
 The essence of distrust
 Reduce me
 Condition me
 Incarcerate me
 I will never be free