one time a white student from the university in my home town was talking to a student that came from africa to study and said “wow growing up in africa must have been so tough for you” and he just replied “my family could buy you” and walked away
“미안해. 수천수만 번을 말하고 또 미안해
이 좁은 방의 낮은 천장이 하늘이란 게,
내가 너의 우산이자 비란 게.
I’m sorry. No matter how many times I say it, I’m still sorry
That this low ceiling of this small room is our sky,
That I’m not only your umbrella, but also your rain.”—Tablo (밑바닥에서)