Behind my mask is a quivering lip.
Hundreds of thousands of dead bodies slain from sickness.
So behind my mask I stay, as I bear witness.
Behind my mask is a quivering lip. It catches my tears so the ground they never hit.
Behind my mask is a quivering lip.
Anxiety plagues my body as I turn on the news and the president asked me, “What do you have to lose?”
My Black life is no gambling game so to vote for him, I refuse.
Behind my mask is a quivering lip. It catches my tears so the ground they never hit.
Behind my mask is a quivering lip.
As thoughts of equitable plans fill up my mind, I glance at the clock, it’s 11:59. I stow away my ideas and begin to unwind, for this day is over, I am now out of time.
Behind my mask is a quivering lip. It catches my tears so ground they never hit.
Behind my mask is a quivering lip.
As the moon lights the sky every night before lay, I bow before the Lord and talk to him and pray.
“If I shall die before I wake, dear Lord please keep my soul to take.”
Behind my mask is a quivering lip. It catches my tears so the ground they never hit.
Behind my mask is a quivering lip. But nonetheless, I will never ever quit.
I may fall and I may stumble, but with God as my guiding light, I will never crumble.
Behind my mask is a quivering lip. It catches my tears so the ground they never hit.
#Hope.
