Degenarate



I am a degenerate.. or am I?  I’m a degenerate, because I’m black I won’t amount to anything, is that a fact? To him I’m lazy, to her I’m nasty Why do they think were so trashy? Were so dumb, were all just bums We all run around carrying guns With all the bad things, where is the good? Everyone of us, don’t live in the hood If you don’t know me, please don’t judge me The things you’re thinking, you just want me to be  I’m a good woman, I hold my own I will stand up for this, and I’m not alone I’m a degenerate? No, I don’t think so. Don’t tell me what you think, tell me what you know.