Sit At The Table

I don’t know

Will they ever

Stop treating us, like a second-class citizen

I don’t know

Will they ever

Stop treating us, like a second-class citizen

I don’t know

Will they ever

Stop treating us, like a second-class citizen

I don’t know

Will they ever

Stop treating us, like a second-class citizen

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about change and all

Is just that sometimes I wonder if anything is changing at all

Badge on a chest, but his heart; Hollow

Rules aren’t the same, when my skin Color follows

When is in charge, leaves people in sorrow

Then they write a script, for press by tomorrow

They say it’s one case, but the names keep on growing

He said he had no choice, but the tapes keeps on showing

“He fits description”, But why are you killing him?

Ain’t no justice, is just us standing in a mix

Ain’t no peace talks left, when we buried in the pit

Ain’t no hope in the law, when they are emptying the clips

And they act like we wrong, when we stand up for peace

Silence never free no man, so let me speak:

If the table isn’t set for all, no one will never see peace

Ever

I don’t know

Will they ever

Stop treating us, like a second-class citizen

I don’t know

Will they ever

Stop treating us, like a second-class citizen

I don’t know

Will they ever

Stop treating us, like a second-class citizen

I don’t know

Will they ever

Stop treating us, like a second-class citizen

She work twice as hard, but she ain’t getting no respect

Everybody knows she’s smart, but they’re calling it a threat

She works in a place, where she don’t feel safe, so she’s clutching her chest

Cause, NO, ain’t enough when you living in a world where you pushing for YES

Same boardroom, but she’s getting half a pay

Same platform, never listen what she says

Better ideas, but they trusting a man

Everything she does, they are crediting a man

If she raise her her voice, they say; she’s out of place

They tell her to smile more, and dress to impress

Say “her mind is cool” But"her body is the best”

Give her compliments, and a pat on her back

You still call her “a lady” before her job title

So typical

Really typical

I don’t know

Will they ever

Stop treating us, like a second-class citizen

I don’t know

Will they ever

Stop treating us, like a second-class citizen

I don’t know

Will they ever

Stop treating us, like a second-class citizen

I don’t know

Will they ever

Stop treating us, like a second-class citizen