Glass Ceiling

I cannot reach the upper floor,

I try to touch all the buttons,

But the machine doesn't seem to work,

I know what it's all about,

Now the only way is a way out,

I'll take the stairs, nevermind,

I wanna live so i'm gonna climb,

Seems like we're stucked to the ground,

We're still waiting for the next round,

It's been a mess since we were born,

Maybe it's just because we're brown,

I'm out of the so-called elevator,

I've found the stairs i was looking for,

I see the way but there's a door,

Don't have the key don't have the code,

I've talked to the walls for so long,

But never matched to get a sound,

Just want to make this place a home,

That's why i keep on singing songs,

Seems like we're stucked to the ground,

We've been waiting for too long,

Too many things had been so wrong,

And now there's a riot going on.