Lyrics: Enitan Adepitan
Music: Enitan Adepitan/Pascal Balletti
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 ****ed 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