UnProfiled

Please shot me on my knees while my back is turned. To fill another mans eyes meet my soul as I go though the innocent run and plea for my life is no longer right in the eyes of a country swallowed by greed and corruption. Maybe later ill write like an all American hero but for now I just don't care any more. What is justice when life is made from the lies we make to hold the sake of those hostage. I mean we play the race card so hard they think its a joke but the smoke that choked my fathers father was built on the back that we'll never elope with the other side of peace. Can we just stop the killing when it's you killing you but if we kill you then just take it well face it you'll never be a man to the standard held by the man whose life wouldn't value the souls of my shoes. I pray lord see me clearly for in my heart their holds the right choices its just my head that holds the hate for those that hate me. If only they could see the truth that holds behind the lies I told maybe we will all evolve to a pure race. Well at least I'm told even close would be enough to make my life whole. So please help me see the person I can't be only hoping the best me comes forth but never the less I'm on one guns blazing as the shells fall on the chest on the man with the vest that he thought would protect him from me please.   I tossed the keys away and before I start to stray away from the point I was just stuck on my knees cause a man with a badge saw me fall down the street when I ran from the murder that made me a man. Instead of cuffs he put bullets cause that's enough to make stfu because he knew I was the reason he had to put a gun to the head of any black man that season. So please kill me and call it a day but as you pull the trigger know these words will never fade away.