The Badge

White man asks black boy what he wants to be when he grows up

Black boy looks back with a smile and says alive

White man laughs

We are taken for jokes before we are taken for humans

You can call us the problem but be the first with the situation

Grab the gun Kill em

Who cares no one will remember him

He said the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice

I say the blacker the body the harder he falls

Bodies replaced with headstones

Names replaced with protest

First its rope next its whip now it's gun

They say America is the land of the free

But if you're black you pay a price

3 shots in the back 1 through the head

Our streets are mistaken for war zones

Our bodies being our only armour

Placed in a war we won’t win

Our mothers praying to god to protect us from a life of sin

What she’ll never understand

Is the devil isn’t red

He’s the white man  who carries the badge .

 

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