Is it something visceral? The way we're deprived, of basic ways to define Ourselves is tragical You take it so hard that we just don't look the part But I believe that we can change it This incessant hopping of the stereotypes I think you're down right lying If you claim to know people you've never met I know it's b-b-basic But somehow some people haven't n-n-n-nailed it That we are in-di-vi-duals with individual taste it Doesn't matter what color or r-r-r-race you are Or where you're from I know it's basic But somehow some people haven't n-n-n-nailed it That we are in-di-vi-duals with individual taste it Doesn't matter what color or r-r-r-race you are Or where you're from You're screwing up the calling fears Stealing from your righteous fears Scaling up the struggle shield Maybe we're too sensitive We go around in circles, and we make ourselves nauseous Counterfactual You meant nothing by it, we must deal with the tire But then what if it's just plain wrong? This incessant pointing to your dress Or ways you chose to cut your hair What if we awarded just a bit more more slack I know it's b-b-basic But somehow some people haven't n-n-n-nailed it That we are in-di-vi-duals with individual taste it Doesn't matter what color or r-r-r-race you are Or where you're from You're screwing up the calling fears Stealing from your righteous fears Scaling up the struggle shield