Ultimate Justice Won't Except The Police
Slam for Ferguson, this one's called.
But I'm so far away;
My info comes from research
Not personal experience
I could never understand
Your pain.
Losing a son
Because of one
Sorry police officer
(Who walks free today?)
I don't know that pain.
I'll never know that pain;
I'm white as a sheet
And live in privelige.
Body cam campaign;
Good idea- except when it's not.
Illegal stranglehold and
Documented on camera
And that guy is free too.
Police brutality;
There doesn't seem to be hope.
Targeting those with different skin
This ain't no post-racist country.
Being white doesn't excuse you,
Mr. Police,
from murder.
And when we're all at the pearly gates,
I think you'll regret
That decision.
He knows.
He knows what we've all done.
And He knows what you've done,
How you've lied,
MR. WILSON.
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