Love Me Not

[Verse]
You love when our players score goals for you
You love when our singers hit notes for you
So when you see us on the TV getting choked
Tell me how the hell you not emotional?
I don’t know for you
You love enjoying our sports, music and comedy
But when we show you our pain it’s like you don’t wanna see
When was Great Britain ever great, honestly?
If "all lives matter" why you never treat us properly?
The same goes for my Arabs and Asians
Divide and conquer like they did on plantations
This ain’t no race war, no colour I got hate for
I’d rather see the whole world against racists
And my story never started with the slave ships
Our ancestors probably rolling in their graves
I’m getting sick to my stomach, I can’t take this
My family’s been fighting this same battle for ages

Black men, Black women, Black children
Brought us to this country they needed our Black skills in
We paved roads, fought wars, built buildings
Now them same roads are the ones that we getting killed in
Black culture, Black owned, Black experience
Black dances, Black slang, that’s on "periodt"
Black blood in my veins, no fear in it
Look deep in my eyes, you’ll see a tear in it
Black art, Black films, Black media
Black doctors, Black business, Black genius
Black students, Black books, Black academia
See a Black face on the screen and we turn the TV up
Black strength, Black pride, Black hustle
Black history, Black future, Black struggle
Being young and Black is a hell of a lot to juggle
Just tryna be yourself in a country that never loved you

Slave owners in Britain shrouded in mystery
We bring it up they say we’re stuck in the past
Then tell me why you keep erasing our history?
You make it hard to find out who we are?
Raising the bar, yeah that’s a start
The newspapers still struggle telling us apart
Some light, some dark, still got the same spark
Same way they treated Martin’s how they treated Rosa Parks

But they glorify Churchill saying Hitler was worse still
Tell that to the Indians starved in the Bengal famine
The African indigenous people he called savage
When you strip away the fallace there’s so much more to examine
Then came Windrush
We helped to rebuild Britain after the Second World War for low income
The promise of a better life
A picture painted with a thin brush
Helped you back on your feet then you dissed us

“Go back where you came from!”
That’s the thanks we get
Man you better show some damn respect
The way you’ve treated us ain’t something that we can forget
We grow up watching family members harassed by feds
And treated less than a human being, missing opportunities
When we’re the most qualified you pick the ones who do the least
It’s hard swallowing the truth cause it’s ugly
How can I be myself in a country that don’t love me?