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You see I don’t mind if I offend.
Because too many pretend.
Like Black Panther wasn’t the WICC founder.
Like the LAPD,
Is not just a repeated history.
Of black mass killings or black boys,
Including the babies that’s just holding toys.
Oprah gave out funds for March For Out Lives.
You see I don’t mind if I offend.
Because what about black lives.
Calling out for Christ.
Paying the Price.
Just to show that our lives mattered.
Big heads were silent as America slandered.
But I guess it takes the white kid.
To get the gig.
And get the job done.
While black massacre on re-run.
Police shooting literally for fun.
Twenty times!
Twenty times!
Twenty times.
Shot the man twenty times.
Still not labeled as a crime.
You blame fear.
But I think that was rage.
Someone get the sage.
And get these demons out of police suits.
Who thinks hands up, no weapon means shoots.
Too many lit candles,
Morning over this battle.
Too many dead father’s, due to police slaughter.
It was ignored.
As they tallied up the deaths score.
Had to remind you.
What you seemed blind too.
So we said black “black lives matter.”
That was defused by “All Lives Matter.”
You said “March For Our Lives.”
We said “Marching is what we do.”
I’m just wondering why yall didn’t join in too.
No reciprocation for the tough times we facing.
And no I’m not complaining.
I’m just saying.
Something to think about.
As Mr. Carter brain matter hangs out.
Black lives matter didn’t get much clout.
No big funds sent.
No sympathy for the deaths spent.
No composition for the deaths of black brothers.
Lost lovers.
Now single parent mother’s.
And the audacity to hide behind the law as cover.
Saying you shot him due to fear.
When hatred was clear.
Twenty times and nowhere near.
Police brutality, causing insanity.
Causing psychological damage.
Causing broken homes.
But somehow the movement people leave it alone.
The mayor isn’t marching with us.
Yet we march for all.
Standing tall,
So justice doesn’t fall.
How easily does America forget.
The shakles of feet , the time spent.
Fighting for women, fighting for men.
For the “dreamers” with no documentation.
The first feminist.
The ones that are truly not having this.
No time magazine.
Marching was just our thing.
We came from Kings and Queens.
Trying to get back.
While America constantly reminds us they’re not having that.
The courts are just a new sport.
Of who can lie the best.
And for a thousand of years my people haven’t been at rest.
Waiting for change in out protest.
