My Block

It kills me to hear what is being sung into these unsound waves

Flesh torn like our history in these Amerikkkan pages

Blood on the leaves has become blood in the streets

Still strange fruit

They wet us up by airing us out then leave us soaking up sun until we are mere raisins

For whites they trade in bullets for tasers but blacks get more ammo than gun stores

Got us California dreaming wishing we had those watts until the bulb blows out

Feeling remorseful for being who we are as if black were a course, spellbound

Must I spell now, too powerful so they enslaved us, regained power then they encaged us

We had a voice so they killed it like we were yelling too loud so they "horsed" our potential

Ssshhh I may awaken my demons with this one got me seeing their evil because their kind of living is backwards

Yes I feel for the parents of Mike Brown because I have a newborn son who might brown in a country that don't like brown so they spite brown and we fight now so we won't see more stories like Mike Brown's