I see dead bodies pile up
And those crooked cops shoot us up
Even when we had our hands up
Protect the innocent
when did protecting become killing
When did helping us survive be the one taking our lives
Every black man fear the moment when they see a cop
Wondering am I next to be killed
Or am I spared another day
When did squeezing steel
Making Another kill
Become daily routine
Having a badge and a gun with those blue suits
Are the most terrifying sight
RIP to all those black kids that died
If I could turn the hands of time I would
I've would've made those bullets miss
