I used to be wary of black men This was not wrote to attack them These are the things I was feeling, then I start doing the healing I like creating a dialogue, I'll fuel the flame where the fire's from His complexion is my complexion, but why does it feel like mine's the wrong? Maybe we're all just Westernized, maybe we're all fucked up inside Raised to handle all of our damage, and we manage, so it's fine See, I got a grievance, and I got a conscience And I've gotta deal with all of the nonsense Then I've got five people on a line Wanna put me on a box, keep calling me conscious ♪ The same one ENNY, oh my gosh I looked to my good sis, told her well Pattern up yourself, man, you're growing as well But she don't wanna see past her mobile phones And it's death by suicide, BBL Death by standards, I can't uphold Death by constantly being told that I'm way too sensitive Way too cold, way too angry, opinionated My positions to play what a man intended Keep my feelings in check, not to be offended Keep it locked in Fendi, if the bride price is right, that's a pretty penny From a man I don't like Well, we gon' learn to love it like we learned to love it Then we gon' hate on ourselves And we gon' learn to love it like we learned to love it Then we gon' hate on ourselves