So, What Is Racism?

[Hook]
Tell me, tell me, is it in the mirror?
Or hiding in the jokes when the room gets clearer?
If love’s universal, why you drawing them lines?
Bananasutra asking questions, messing with your mind.

[Verse 1]
Is it when you clutch your purse on the late-night train?
Or when the résumé gets tossed for the “wrong” last name?
Is it system-made, or just “a couple bad dudes”?
Or is it brunch talk, served with fair-trade food?

What if you laugh at a meme, but it cuts like a blade,
Would you still call it harmless, or truth in the shade?
If color’s just skin, why’s the history so loud?
Why the silence when the wrong ones speak too proud?

[Hook]
Tell me, tell me, is it in the mirror?
Or hiding in the jokes when the room gets clearer?
If love’s universal, why you drawing them lines?
Bananasutra asking questions, messing with your mind.

[Verse 2]
Is it subtle like perfume in a Sunday crowd,
Or heavy like a cop’s knee pressing too loud?
Is it “I don’t see race”, but you kinda still do?
Or is it blaming all the problems on “a chosen few”?

Would you trade your skin just to borrow their shoes?
Walk the block, pay the rent, get stopped with no clues?
If fairness was real, would you lose your place?
Or would equality feel like you’re in second place?

[Bridge]
What’s the weight of a word when it’s not meant for you?
What’s the cost of the dream when it don’t come true?
If justice is blind, why she peeking through her mask?
Here’s a question, baby, don’t be scared to ask.

[Hook]
Tell me, tell me, is it in the mirror?
Or hiding in the jokes when the room gets clearer?
If love’s universal, why you drawing them lines?
Bananasutra asking questions, messing with your mind.

[Outro]
So what is racism, honey, is it yours, is it mine?
Or just a ghost in the closet we pretend’s benign?
Keep on asking, keep peeling the skin,
’Cause the fruit gets sweeter when the truth kicks in