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