Thoughts of a Dying Breed

I look up to the sky. God is that you? Is this the wrath that every Christian goes through? Being beaten til I'm bloody, black and blue? By the ones sent to protect and serve? Then left stranded to die on a curb? Is this the life God's planned for me? Is this my legacy???? I did jack that Impala last week.... Is this Karma out to get me? Is this meant to bring me to my knees? Is this a lesson being taught to my community? The ones who say *** the police? The kids who play in the streets? Everyone who looks like me??? Nah, this is an act of man. The ones who hate anything too tanned. The ones who scream “guilty!” at the stand. Without even givin a brotha a chance. As my heartbeat slows, my day turns to night at the blink of an eye...Graduation, marriage, family trips at the beach. If they had stopped beating me, it could all have been reached.