Why Is It
Why is it that my people keep dying?
Why is it that their bodies stay lying on the ground?
No! I don't want no cops around. They're the reason why I have fear in my eyes now.
When you see a cop make sure your hands are up, hell, that won't help, they'll still light us up.
"I feared for my life he had a gun." Is that the reason you took her son?
Their badge is their shield, it's what protects them. Why is it that they're never condemned?
I guess now I see what the world really is. A death sentence. We're all in prison just waiting for our turn to die.
This poem is about:
Our world
