I don't know why and how this started
something chokes me from deep inside
I can't cry and often afraid at the night
For all the blame lurks there to jump upon me
But in New York I lived for all my life
just as my grandpa and grandma
Every day I can't wait for the news to announce
The day that I can be back with my friends
Rose, Emily, Jorge, Shaquita and Jamar
You know how good to lie on the grass
And share the food from our lunch boxes
But I don't want to be the ones that my history teacher told me
beaten up and tortured just because they were what they were
for culture, for color, for appearances
No. I don't think people will let it happen again
Next time if I see a man was kicked on the train
I will go forward and hold him and say
Don't hit him. You are hitting My brother