I can’t explain why my foot does that tap-tap thing,
When ‘Fu-Gee-La’ starts to spin,
I can’t explain why my head does that nod and turn,
While the beat heightens, twists, gets louder and drops,
I can’t explain why I like more than your generic versions of hip-hop,
Maybe it’s because I’m more than your black robot.
I can’t explain the throbbing pain in my chest, this anxiety,
When the police slow down, stop and ask for my “compliancy”
I can’t explain this profound irritation,
When you build water stations in lands you once irrigated,
I can’t explain why I felt like writing this,
Just that I think we all finally needed this.