There are a few questions that overflow my brain
Desperately seeking answers as I try not to turn insane
This is like a mind-twisting, finger-flipping, thought-provoking kind of flow
Wanting to know…why do you hate me so?

Is it because you used to beat us…but you can’t again?
Or maybe it’s because you’re now repaying for your sins?
Is it because you want the same color of my skin?
Is it because you have a cotton field that I refuse to tend?

Do you hate me because I exceed in everything that I do?
Are you mad because I do my best when my best is without you?
Do you become upset when you discover that I’m as good as you?
Or maybe you’re just furious because I’m better than you?

Is it because you try but fail at everything that I’ve done?
Is it that you’re afraid you’ll turn into me if you stay in the sun?
Is it because the women in my race are born with curves that turn heads?
Is it because I stand tall, strong with my head up until I’m dead?

Are you mad because you can’t call me a nigger anymore?
Are you upset because you can’t beat me to the floor?
Are you furious because you can no longer hang me on a tree?
Are you angry because we both have the same blood and body parts underneath?

There are a few questions that overflow my brain
Desperately seeking answers as I try not to turn insane
This is like a mind-twisting, finger-flipping, thought-provoking kind of flow
Wanting to know…why do you hate me so?