Most of the fools
came rushin’ in – mad early,
While I’d rather show up – late.
Fashionably late – like I’m girly.
But now I’m here,
To temp MY hand – at fate.
I can’t help, but notice
that there’s an over abundance
of blood shed – in our streets,
as far as the naked eye – can see.
That there’s so many senseless acts of violence,
EVERY FRICKEN TIME – I turn on my TV.
How, in the hell, are we
supposed to feel American FREE
after tragedy filled night
The REBELS come out – to pray?
When the baton’s come into play.
When Police Brutality is bein’ caught
on a celly
by a relative
who’s panic stricken – ‘n distraught.
I guess bein’ choked out – wasn’t what he’d sought.
When he left the house – that day.
Now that Officer’s, careless, indiscretion
is broadcasted to the world – on full display.
B’cause what does the media do?
Replay that isht – ALL FRICKEN DAY.
I • CAN’T • BREATH!
Last night there was a full moon.
an eerie shade – of blue & gray.
A local officer reporting – for duty,
kissed his Wife ‘n Son’s,
then walked away.
For the last time.
A routine traffic stop,
just ended his life.
MUCH to our entire area’s dismay.
He was a loving, caring, soul.
Out to PROTECT & SERVE – our freedom,
in a job that isn’t worth a life – in pay.
clack, clack.. clack, clack, clack
5 shots – to his back – from a rebel,
as he turned – to try to get away.
Killed in a, grotesque, cowardly way.
DON’T • SHOOT • PLEASE!
I make no reference – towards race.
I’m makin’ a plea.
It’s time we unite – together.
I WANT TO FEEL ENTIRELY FREE!