hands up, don't shoot.
what'd he ever do to you?
grey hoodie. license plate. expiration date. wrong time, wrong place?
adrenaline rushes over you
your hand reaches over and pulls out the gun.
cocked and loaded, with one eye open.
you pull the trigger, the bullet flies out.
the bystanders scream and shout.
the noise ringing in your ears, what've you done?
you just took the life of someone's innocent son.
media comes. protesters too, people asking
am I a threat to you?
though you walk away unharmed, free
the prejudice courses through your veins and every thing you see.
just the flash of brown skin passing by makes you tense
knowing that pigment put you on the fence.
no, this is not a call out to you cops
but remember my words before you pull out your glock.
