Depression and Oppression

Feeling my depression 
My brothers feel the oppression
For not having the white Christian's blessing 
Sisiaty keeps regressing 
No one wants real change 
But get mad when people send shots not at the gun range 
Tired of people who live picture-perfect lives 
Acting like they have been at the bottom with no car to drive. 
The world has made this too common 
Like the father who left 
Or caught a case 
And did the race 
Just because the color of 
Your skin, Your eyes, Your hair 
Doesn't mean you have to be 
A thug, A plug 
You don't have to die to 
A drug. 

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Feeling my depression 
Friends and family feel the oppression 
They call you things like a fag and gay 
They want you to conform and be a certain way
Why do others care for who you love 
They’ll make you feel num like a hand with no glove  
But they don’t know it's not always a choice 
And they never listen to your voice 
Just because of the color of your flag
Doesn’t change who you are as a person 
And there is no need to hurt someone 
Who just want to be themself 
Just because the color of 
Your skin, Your eyes, Your hair 
Doesn't mean you have to be 
Ashamed, the blame 
You don't have to die to 
Suicide 

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These things give me my depression 
Why do people have to feel these oppressions
You shouldn’t feel bad for who you are 
Or not having a car 
It shouldn’t be this hard 
To feel comfortable in your skin 
No one should be scared of a cop 
No one should be scared to be yourself 
No one should be scared of the thing that give me my depression