people stare

people stare
they dont seem to get me
something about the clothes i wear
or the skin on me
i dont udnerstand what they might think
they never ever seem to blink
its strange for me to walk around
and have people staring always down
i'd just like some peace and quiet
some spotlight turned away
but i don't ever really get that here
never seems to be that way
ive got brown skin
and they can't grasp that
it's such a shock to them
its whack
but these people dont get punished
and cops dont stop the crimes
they just leave me to wakl the streets
and go home to write rhymes
thats all they really do
force you to find your own way
but its funny because when shows roll around
theyre standing in line for you waiting to pay
give them something to listen to
and they'll fall in love
but walk around and be afraid
and you'll get in the face with a glove
youve gotta watch over your shoulder
never know whose going to come knock you over
gotta try and stand your ground
else youll find yourself in the lost and found
nobody stands up for someone with brown skin
especially if they dont call you black
i think its weird that people care
where my skin at
but in the end they are morons
they base their judgements on my tone
its strage but they continue to try
and decide about brains from skin and bone
in the end they lose and i win out
they end up being caught up
and ill be free to be me
and things'll work out you'll see