A dark-skinned boy, just walking home
Skittles in pockets and iced tea in hand
He just wants to be a teen and carefree
But in that black hoodie, he must be a criminal
On the surface, you know
On the surface they see
On the surface, they know
You’re no good
Sell us again your need to defend
Standing your ground against children and then
A quick judgment call on a look and that’s all
Living in fear of everyone who looks different
On the surface, you know
On the surface they see
On the surface, they know
You’re no good
