We are, we are in a constant race
Based on race
In which minorities
Are always in last place
I’m dying of thirst
To be in first
I feel like I’m running fast
Yet I’m still in last
They tell me, keep going you’re doing fine
But I just don’t see the finish line
They say, go for that gold medal
When first of all, they were the ones who enslaved me in these shackles of metal.
I am tired of running and not going anywhere,
Life is simply not fair.
I am looking for a finish line that is so hard to find.
I just keep running so I don’t fall behind.