Roses can't survive in concrete

"You have the right to remain silent”

I've been silent for too long, so then the question is

Is it really a right that i possess

I guess my whole life

I've been putting my rights to the test

Trying my best to be the loudest

But nobody would listen.

Listen, my lips been threaded

Time and time again

Because there's nothing worse than

the wrath of a black queen.

They say i got the right to remain silent,

But if i'm silent who will hear me?

But what about Sandra Bland.

Who was silenced

In her own jail cell,

Or maybe before that.

I can't tell you at this point because there weren't any facts

When it come to police brutality,

“Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law”

But the court of law has always been against me,

With my knees deep in the concrete where a rose once grew.

Crushing every hope i've had.

Can I mention that I was told to stand against the wall

With my arms behind my back

And was beaten repeatedly

By the officers of law.

Or is it against the law, forgive my ignorance

My white teachers never taught me this in history class.

“You have the right to speak to an attorney”

An attorney, a person appointed to act for another in business or legal matters.

But this is no legal matter,

This is about the fact we are in a country that once

Supported jim crow.

So i think i got no business intervening with any legal matters.

“If you can't afford an attorney, one will be provided to you”

Nothing has ever been provided for me

And if I was given something

It was hand-me-down shit

That i didn't ask for, but just

Sort of happened to appear in my hands.

The same hands you think killed this white man.

You'll say i'm guilty

If you never caught me red handed

Sir i'm innocent you gotta believe me.

 

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