You don't belong here, creep.
Is that how people see me?
Is it because I am black you treat me so differently?

Their words, they cut so deep.
My skin is all that they could see.
You don't belong here, creep.

I hate leaving my house, I would rather just sleep.
They're always judging me and criticizing me.
Is it because I'm black you treat me so differently?

Always coming home to find my mother weeping.
They say we are animals and slaves, but we do not agree.
You do not belong here, creep.

One day our skin color wouldn't matter, that's a promise I will keep.
And one day you, and your people will stand beside me.
But until then I will continue to hear, " you do not belong here creep."
Is it because I'm black you treat me so differently?