Is he dead yet?

As I walk home in a country that doesnt welcome me. I am stalked by the shawdows of police history, and racism that taunts me. I try my best to not let it get to me, but I am to damn proud of my skin color to let them defeat me. I let go of my grip on reality and the truth for a split second, and they immediately went after me. As I realize whats happening, it saddens me to see things go down this way in the "Land Of The Free". This may be the "Land Of The Free" but there is a double meaning under it to you and me. It is the "Land Of The Free" to him and her but not you and me, or the other minorities that stand under the same tree as them or we. As I am tackled and put into the cuffs of injustice I am defeated physically but not mentally. Instead of things endind there the "Protectors of the streets" decide to spruce things up for themselves. They decide to fire several of there "I Was Scared For My Life" rounds into my already shackled body. As I lay there in pain and distress i am ultimately angered by the reality of Amerikkka. They fire 4 more rounds "Just To Make Sure". ....Is he dead yet?