So you think you are better than me, You look down on me with your arrogant nature, You speak to me as if I’m your garden boy, A toy to be tossed to and fro at your whim, A slave you’ve trapped in multitudes of psychological chains, Making yourself feel better and more secure, Speaking like a king from your condescending throne. So you think you are better than me, Just because you have bigger and better material things, The car, the money and the pointed shoes, You think your age makes you better than me, But my respect for you went down the drain while you tried to degrade me, You think you will always be better than me, But you didn’t count on how pissed off you would make me. So you think you are better than me, You had a head start in this life race, While I ran with weights all over my body, You think having less melanin makes you better than me, Or is it the ability of a pencil to slide off your head? So you think you are better than me, Just because I have not taken advantage of the change of the guard, And tried to help you feel at home, Yet in your quest to secure your place, You think making me small will make you feel great. So you think you are better than me, Well, think again. You are just lucky I didn’t spit in your face, And treat you like a slave, Keep it up and soon you will be chopped down to size, Then you will know, That all along, I have been gracious to you. And you will know, that I am better than you.