Another Person

Another person died, murder murder, a mother had cried, they sent her baby to the burner, there's no where to hide, this genocide is eternal, I would've been lying if I had said it never hurt, open your eyes, another person in a box, blood flooded the streets like jealousy on the block, outlines in chalk in every place you try and walk, say it's out of control, a close community now bitter and cold, and wasn't hip to packing weapons but the fear made them bold, corrupt cops in the streets, activists get the heat, anyone who speaks against this ended up being decease, as if the people could escape but rather stay in the grief, but see the truth is everyone is trying to eat, can’t be at peace with people trying to pull you down, like they've made a mistake for trying to play on even ground, made to think they we're meant to be out casted and inferior, and some know the truth but other people rarely hear them