Another brother is done in by a blue brother’s gun
Just days after “we” celebrate our alleged freedom.
It’s for the privileged, not a right, No matter how it’s spun.
And Even if I comply, why do I still have to die?
Somehow murder you justified, failed to protect me from.
Ignored grievances implied, continue the struggle my orphaned son.
Hard enough to maintain when you are the real killer.
They know me as a saint but y’all paint me as a sinner.
They mourn me in pain and your acquittals keep gettin quicker.
Another hashtag that was slain while y’all continue eatin dinner.
When can life no longer be pernicious?
When can we be safe to just be us?
It’s one thing to be cuffed but film snuff?
Is there even such a thing as justice?
When will enough finally be enough?
I’m so tired… but somehow, please don’t give up.
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