As men of color the system taught us to hate our fellow brother
Yet the beast is the biggest reason for our murders
And they wonder why we walk these streets with burners
When we unite the world shutters
When red and blue stop becoming colors
We become names not just numbers
This can’t be how we’ll forever receive our eternal slumber
Makes little difference whether you’re a bookworm or a gunner
We pray that we make it to see this coming summer
Knowing we might not and it’s not even a bummer
Brought up with Police etiquette
Because it’s quite evident that to them our lives are irrelevant
And all of the pleas to the President are a waste of breathe
Down the street is the constant fear of facing our untimely death
To not know if you’ll make it past this morning
Or if by nightfall our families will be hitting the streets mourning
Innocent blood on the streets pouring
Us against them, knowing it will happen again and again
And if I stand my ground and defend
That’s where I just may have to make my final stand
Imagine me saying, “I’m tired of it, it stops today”
being killed, and in the laws eyes my death be more than okay
“I’m minding my business please leave me alone”
Imagine me wanting to get out and just head home
But these who are to defend me have a heart of stone
And even if everyone sees just how wrong it is
And even if I didn’t get to give my wife and kids a final kiss
No threatening gestures, not even a fist,
I die just cus I’m a person of color and pissed
Imagine my last words being, “I can’t breathe”
And if taken to trial, who would the judge believe?
Would there be justice or would my loves have to grieve
A victim, a number, a statistic is all in life I’ll achieve
Something that white affluence will never grasp
Or even conceive and that's just another day in the life
No justice, no peace just strife.
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