I come to you with this question
So we can have a heads up…
Prepare all my brothers
And tell them to keep their hands up.
And tell the police to think twice
Before they shoot that man up.
I mean we’re still killing ourselves,
Killing our own for drugs that sell.
But it’s more than people that shoot up
That get shot down.
And it’s more than the guilty
That’s nervous when cops are around.
And the innocent look suspicious
Just because their skin is brown.
So, who’s next?
Families mourn, civilians riot,
Guns scream, victims stay quiet.
Pools of blood paint the streets.
Sidewalks stained by submissive men
Sad stories on Fox News and CNN.
Tweets saying “stop the violence,”
But that’s not real activism.
And haven’t you noticed
How often they put blacks in prison
But who’s next?
Ain’t it strange
That you need dollars to make change,
That makes no sense.
How our efforts seem so irrelevant.
When will it end?
Will it ever..?
So who’s next…?
Ah, you think darkness is your ally? You merely adopted the dark. I was born in it. Molded by it. I didn’t see the light until I was already a man, and by then it was nothing to me but blinding! The shadows betray you, because they belong to me! I’ll show you where I have made my home while preparing to bring justice. Then, I will break you…