First it was the clothes he wears
Then it was the way he combs his hair
So he trimmed his beard
And burned his gear
Now he’s broke
Bald and naked
With the only thing left is his soul to bare
You can see it in his eyes
Now it’s the chill in his glare
So they fear
Put him behind bars
Look how they stare
Outside looking in
Because I don’t come from here
But I’m subjected to it
So I care
I know these streets
They aren’t familiar to you
So I’ll do my best to take you there
Remember now this is about the clothes he wears
But let’s change the rhyme a little
So I can say
They see him everyday
This road he travels
Dirt
No cement
No gravel
Always with the rabble
Journeying from one pond to a puddle
The only thing in his heart
Encased in a bubble
Is a greeting that might read
What’s good my brother
Strangers on a train
And they can’t be bothered
No recognition when they see each other
So he’s the bad guy
They’re the victim
See what happens when we don’t bother
To get to know each other
The brother
Inside the clothes I wear
Walks into the light
Feeling just as scared
Knowing you don’t want him there
But it’s what he has so it’s what he wears
While he gets a 3.5
But you don’t care
His accomplishments mean nothing
Because of the clothes he wears
Remember Nazareth
No good could ever come from there
Yet you recognise this one guy
With dirty sandals
And he didn’t comb his hair
Because he was coming from work
So maybe we have to die first
Before you hear
Prejudice exists
No matter the clothes he wears