How can you say that we’re equals
When we have to fear walking the streets
Fear we might encounter a “hero” holding some heat
Not summer, but a gun dangling at the edge of their feet
Is this the Land of the free?
The place that MLK dreamed?
First Trayvon now Michael
Where is the justice we seek?
I’m terrified of even writing this
And painting a target on my back
Now I’m young, black, and rebellious
The media hates that
Will I be labeled a thug?
Will they say I deserved it?
Lord if you let them take me tonight
Just let my death be worth it
Stop us from living in fear,
Making mothers cry for their sons
Stop taking people so young
My children shouldn’t have to fear for their lives
before it’s even begun
And I am under the influence
I need to be numb to this
I don’t want to feel the pain
In case the bullets hit
Forgive me for slurring my words
Forgive me for not walking steady
But don’t forgive me for my skin tone
I know saying that could be deadly
And it’s a shame
Some things will never change
It doesn’t matter how long ago we were being whipped and chained
It doesn’t matter, that we fought to be free
All the freedom in the world won’t get these cuffs off of me
Who do we run to for protection
In this supposed land of the free?
Certainly not the police
Will they even call my mom
When they leave me dead in the street?