AND THE STORY GOES JP Reynolds

"I'm terrified at the moral apathy, the death of the heart, which is happening in my country. These people have deluded themselves for so long that they really don't think I'm human. I base this on their conduct, not what they say. And this means that they have become, in themselves, moral monsters."
-James Baldwin


Hook:
And the story goes:
I was just a dollar to you
Then you left me hanging
Like a follow through do
Do you, do you like strange fruit cocktails?
Difference 'tween you and D'evils I cannot tell
Let me tell you, let me tell you, let me tell you like
We surrounded by these moral monsters
We surrounded by these moral monsters
We surrounded by these moral monsters
We surrounded
We surrounded
We surrounded
We surrounded by these moral monsters
We surrounded by these moral monsters
We surrounded by these moral monsters
We surrounded
We surrounded
We surrounded

Verse 1:
What's your boy to do
It's unavoidable to get hated on
According to them forms and rules
I'm melanated wrong
Three five, three five, three five
I'm barely human in your mind, ain't I?
Dark skin, it ain't like you
But I'm a child of the divine ain't I?
You don't see blood
You don't see tears
You don't see me
You only see animal
You don't see love
You don't see fear
You ain't even free
You more like a cannibal
I know you better than you know me though
You ain't even seen my eyes
So when I call you on the okie doke
Don't you be backing up your lies