We keep our hands raised to the sky

Hoping that one day me and this man can see eye to eye

To him I️ am below his feet

So I️ have no choice but to run for cover when he pulls out that heat 

 

Am I️ wrong for asking for the truth 

My only answer is a bloody face against the roof

He’s supposed to be my protector right

So that means I️ shouldn’t put up a fight

 

I’m all for taking responsibility for my wrongs 

But who said that I’m a toy

You pull that gun out and fire without mercy but I’m the guilty one for sure 

Why does my baby in the backseat have to witness this racial biased tendency

 

Now I️ hope that the gun shots that ring in her ear 

Won’t fill that Innocent heart with fear

Or with hate

That chain of thinking that is so hard to break

 

Parents beat themselves up with the question of “Should I️ let him go out?”

Will he come back tonight?

Or will they get that dreaded phone call from the morgue

Wrong place, wrong time maybe

Nah it was just a punk who thought he could take human life

But who made you God

 

Who gave you that power

Protecting the public you call it

Nah you were just threatened by this excellence you see

These beautiful colors that line the streets 

 

We know history tends to repeat itself

But of one thing I’m sure

These black bodies will never again bow to the floor

Not The young nor old

Equality is the goal