Woke up this morning, didn't check my privilege, just the time Made a pot of black coffee, that's my only hate crime You're sippin' oat milk, scrolling through the rage on your screen My existence is a micro-aggression to your whole scene You got a brand new set of pronouns, I just got a job to do Your list of what offends you is longer than the damn flu You got a degree in 'Social Justice,' mine is in 'Get a Clue' You see a world of systems, I just see me and you Your tote bag screams 'coexist' but your actions scream 'obey' You want me to feel the guilt for things from yesterday Well, I ain't bowin' to your idols, I ain't singin' in your choir I'm the book you wanna burn, standin' right beside the fire.

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