Proper (USA)
Don’t
Don't want to think about Sandra Bland
And how bad apples get off with a slap on the hand
I just turned older than she'll ever be
If I was next how long would you protest for me?

For me, for me, for me
For me

Don't want to think about having kids
Cause how the fuck would I even explain it to them
I see a tiny me but with good hair
Locks bloody on the street oh god I'm scared

So scared, so scared, I'm so scared
So scared

La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da

Don't want to think about Elijah McClain
Or how my little brother shares the same face and name
Don't want to think about the pit in my chest
Worried it could be him, not me, that's next

Don't want to think about it

But I have to think about it

Don't want to think