Freedoms Slaves: Fear

I was born predisposed to my sterotype
As if they know that Im the thief in the night
Mother Africa birthed a black baby due to kerotype
Bastard child in america the proof is my life
Exposed to the light, my strife is a gift and a curse
That bears witness to the best of the worst
The hypocritical herse, that makes fear a hypocritical thirst
Thats reembursed with some white woman clutchin' her purse
Who looks at me and sees a kid from the block
Walkin' past her Z4 auto-doors snap back into lock
Its almost like your being put on the spot
So you pause and stop,
Shake ya head and continue to walk
Its not even like my draws on drop
But the tendency I see they have for me, is that draws got a glock
So Im like Pac, all eyes on me
I wish that Dr. King could see his dream fulfilled in the land of the free