Colors Poem by Malevolent M.c

If someone had green or hazel eyes, would you suspect them of robbing you?

If someone had brown or blue eyes, would you suspect them of killing you?

No..? Why do you think skin color matters then?

We all have similar shells that coat our souls, similar sinew and muscle that binds our bones, similar chord's and tissues that float in our throats,
If you dont' agree, it's time to take note, the people you see, every day on the side of street, are taught to think unconciously differently, when you look at me, what is it that you see? What is the potential that you could perceive? What do you feel as you stare in the mirror? ... My thoughts only getting cloudy, but you need them to get clearer, it all looks fake, when you need it to look realer. Making big deals, out of small misdemeanours..

This is officially people season, mind's in warm places still seem to be freezing, where is the logical reason?
Why is that people judge the mexican race, telling them off, to get out of this place, accosting them, because they come and 'take their jobs' It places an acrid taste, inside my jaws. America couldn't exist, it's much like a mechanism, the country would die without Alienism, if you a oblivious to that, i suggest that you listen,
All throughout the world, there are invisible Schisms, invisible children, so many problems many face, but to others they are hidden, just because you turn around, doesn't mean you are ridden, just because you look away, doesn't mean that it didn't.
Problems in one place, reflect problems in another, open your eyes, and step out from under the cover, acknowledge the term coined 'The Butterfly Effect', and if you don't know what that is, chalk it up to neglect,
This is a subject, every kid in the ghetto would ace on a test,
This is a subject, i want to get off of my chest,
This is a subject, that i want to kill and lay to rest.

There's a war that is standing in front of you, clouded in the mist, So much so, that it's very easy to miss, going on and on till we all get brains, through sun set and dawn, but in this war, there seem's to be no enemy...
Because it really doesn't exist, Not alot or a little, the war i speak of is entirely civil.
A war against ourselfs, a war against our neighbors, a war commited upon thee with ignorant behavior
I am a soothsayer, in this time without prayer, layer for layer, I'm speaking the truth harder, than any politician or mayor.
Honestly while you rest, ya head on your pillow, how can any war today, be other than civil?
We are the Same damn race, we are the same damn people.. We are born on this earth the same way, god damn we are equal?
Is this concept, really so hard to grasp, that when you listen to this song the message wont last?
While i stare at you, i feel like an outcast, as you don't understand the words i throw past, the message of the rhyme touches on a subject, implanted in everyones mind, the subject that coincides with the growing times, claiming to be gone but i see it clearly when the light is switched on.

And i see it clearly when the lightswitch is on...

Chorus/Ending --

Concord wont move the idle wheels of change,
I'ma need you to Push Push, this time for exchange,
But the initial reaction has to occur in your brain, look past the hair
look past the eyes, look past the skin, to see what's inside,
those i described are not indications.. It really much more subtle, because don't you see?
We are all 1 color