Unheard Voice

INVISIONS

Invisions of gettin hit by life's bullshit spotted by da cops as Im walkin da streets, no clue somebody called it in sayin their car was stolen so nevertheless I was da prime suspect ... Cops profile me tall, middle age, in all black, walking da streets while pitch black, and yea he is black.. Steady begin questions about things unrelated to the one dats relevant.. Staring at my pocket like it's evidence or a reason fa you to get all aggressive... Step on my feet while holding my wrist while u pat my pocket like Wat is dis? Now Wat part of da fuckn law is dis? But no law fa the crooked law men with hidden racial thots dat he applies when he not in the public's eye, but ask why the color on my back be the very motive for your attack.. U hate my skin without knowing wats within.. U hate my month dats national given to us so why dey want it back? 400 years of enslavement and filling up slave ships while begin sold fa high prices only to get lower wages..  Raping of my sister' s ancestors which brought out lightly shaded children in which was da main reasons my brothers viewed me different.... Just listen change now days is so close yet far away, so change now days mean other things..  I sit with 4-5 joints to get high, only to occupy my mind as I stare off in day sky wondering why in world of so much corruption da good the first to die.. Dats y I keep a prayer on deck at night cause the change has brought about a reason to own a 45.. God bless me to keep 4 to 5 feet away from the heat in these streets.. Every time I'm in the house I hear sirens rapidly howling by cruisers cruising  down the street cause no need fa speed when da victims flat-lined at 4 minutes to 5 in da morning mist, as da streets claimed another life filled with innocence..

By:  Croc