I was born into a language you ignore

A history you filed as folklore

You call it “neutral,” “fair,” and “clean”

I call it erasure in between

You level hills to make it right

So no one casts a longer shadow than mine

But when every ground is made the same

You bury roots to praise the plain

Equality enforced by design

Feels less like justice, more like decline

Hey… hey… don’t smooth my edge

Hey… hey… don’t call it progress

If everyone must fit your frame,

Then freedom is just a renamed chain

Hey… hey…

You say “opportunity for all,” like a vow

But you decide the shape of “all” somehow

Same doors, same keys, same narrow test

Same silence dressed as kindness

I don’t reject the worth of man

I reject the mold you force on them

Justice without a face or land

Is just control with better hands

When fairness fears distinction

It turns belief into suspicion

Hey… hey… I won’t be neutralized

Hey… hey… I won’t be standardized

I stand for what you call “too much,”

Because meaning needs a deeper touch

Hey… hey…

This is not hate, this is alignment

A spine, a line, a chosen assignment

If conviction scares your perfect scheme

Maybe doubt is what you mean by “peace”

Hey… hey… I carry a cause, not a crown

Hey… hey… I won’t lay my colors down

Teach the choice, not the conclusion

Let difference break your illusion

Hey… hey…

Hey… hey...