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