Текст песни Young Brown & Angry - Junior Flores

I'm Young Brown and Angry think about it do you blame me
Since I was a baby exposed on the daily
To the sick twisted things that my people are taking
So I'ma make sure every step leads to our liberation
From documentation to the way that we raisin
Our kids all that baggage that we carry erase it
Cuz I'm so tired of the times that it gave me hell
How we gon deal with this country if we can't deal with ourselves
All my life taught that I won't do well
Really I got a few options based on the melanin scale
Number 1 go to jail number 2 start hustlin
Best case scenario you probably go work construction
Uh
It's like we not even people the hatred is extra perennial
I was like 9 years wondering how the fuck is we extraterrestrial
I could just turn on fox news and they'll sure as hell let me know
That if you not a citizen then we might as well just let you go
Rot in a cell or sent back to Mexico
Telling you mothafuck yo family and everything that you know
Now fuckin tell me that shit isn't despicable

I'm young brown and angry but I know that's all you see
And you ain't even think about how this country treats those that look like me
You fucking don't

I'm Young Brown and Angry why you think this country hates me
Everyday I'm less surprised at the games that they playing
Why my Black brothers sisters and siblings killed for sport
And we debate every death like there's really something more
To every single story aside from the obvious fact
That white supremacism is alive and intact
In the minds of millions and they mind on attack
But some of my own people still wanna pick and choose
What a coincidence that they love the lighter shades
They say mira que güerito que bonito
Prejudice ain't a stranger to me or my people
And it tells in the way that my culture represented me
We not all bout the machismo but you don't see that in our imagery
So when I see a Mexican on the screen i see no symmetry
I know that I get dirty looks from my own
Cuz the earrings i put on to the way that i dress
To the way that I think to the things that i stress
Cuz i got this purple hair and paint my nails they probably upset
That i don't fit the mold of what these weirdos expect
I've had these expectations pinned on my head since i breathed my first breath
I'm worried bout my own while america's breathing down my neck
Just Doubles up the criticism I get
I'm Young Brown and Angry it's not just the white man to blame
Cuz i felt rejected by my own cuz i don't fit in the box that they create