politics

Wondering without the beefing

How many words with no beat can

Make them rise up to their feet and

Really feel what I’ve been speaking

Get to talking about this bull in these streets that we’ve been seeing

I know I ain’t the one tweaking the way these pigs is policing

Get to shooting

asking questions

the brother’s no longer breathing

all these seasons

different reasons

our blood’s still staining the buildings

the feelings are still the same

I share your dream Dr. King

A shame most of us wont react unless we feeling the pain

And what am I gonna tell my son?

Growing up playing with guns

Knowing the boys in blue can kill him for having fun

And it’s a cold cold world

Knowing I can go to jail

For only speaking my mind

The news saying I'm rioting

But yet and still

Little jimmy can pop a pill

Go to cussing out his parents

Before he knows it he killed them..

But wait they got him

They know him before he talked

Just some innocent kid going through some recent problems