Hybrid Island

Your life's out of place when you're raised as a hybrid

Your life's whipped in shape when you're raised to be high bred

Your life must be aced when you're raised to a high bid

Your life must be great - don't you race off a high bridge

Your life is displaced when you're raised on an island

Your life's a grim fate when you're raised around white kids

Your life is disgraced when one raises their eyelids

And makes your views slanted to raise up their blindness

Your life is a race when you're raised on a tight end

Your life's to outpace for a raise from the white men

Your life should be based on the rays of your brightness

Yet, your life is erased since you're raised to their likeness

This pain puts a strain on our brains to be silenced

Their reign of white rage should not rein in our kindness

While they rain on parades, let us raise up what's righteous

Towards any alt-right bitch, I'll raise up my right fist

To proclaim to the stage that my rage won’t be quiet

Fight their raids and their riots with a great wave of migrants

If your brain will not change from your race-colored bias

Wish your face never came out of your mother’s hymen