Skeletons

blood

I see the blood on my hands
And I try to wipe it off
But every time I see the media
I realize that maybe
It's time that I start to speak up

My brother
Lays on the floor
Screaming out "I cant breathe!"
But those screams
You all try to go ignore

Yeah you you raise your fists
Saying "no justice, no peace!"
But you dont have a target on your back
Every time you walk amongst
The streets!

Are you left with blood on your hands?
Do you feel, that pulse in your veins?
Because if you arent that heated
With anger
Maybe you don't
Understand my pain

Why when I go to sleep?
All I see is red?
Is it because I'm haunted
By the living
With all this blood on my hands

But I should have known
No war is won without bloodshed
But it sucks that this man
Had to sacrifice his life
In order for the living
To understand

See they dont care about us
They dont care about our men
Say they really care
But when patience turns to anger
They wanna give us death glares!

Cant you fucking see?
Me slightly moving my arm
To get my I.d
Does not mean that I am resisting

I'm literally on my knees
Crying
Begging
For you to not shoot me

My oppression is not
Your fashion trend

Why is it that
When African Americans
Want to protest
They get met with tear gas

But when a white person shoots
They get handed a free pass

Can you explain that?

This blood on my hands
Is getting a bit familiar
When I think about how
School shooters aren't terrorists?
That's real peculiar

Maybe the police
Are the real cereal killers
I mean come on, think about it
When a black person runs
They just shoot
They dont think about it

Like breona Taylor
Sprayed bullets in her house
And now they wanna stay quiet

Can you believe that?
Living in a world where my blood
Could be plastered on the streets
And the fact that I'm black
Just means that I'm dead meat

And were all just tryna make ends meet
But its hard when your kept
In this repetitive cycle
If I walk down the street
I may get shot just like Michael
Just because my skin is brown

Tell me how that makes sense,
No really, how?

And the images on the media
Doesnt make it any easier
Seeing my people being hung
From trees
This year?

That's so defeating huh?
Seeing them there
Like strange fruit
The people who did that
Got strange roots

I really dont understand why
I'm left with blood on my hands
Cause I'm not the murderer
I wasnt the one hurting her

But maybe that's how I'm seen
In the eyes of evil beings
And maybe it just means
How I see these bad things

But I try to... brush it off
But some things you cant just...
Walk it off

If you see blood on your shirt
Maybe you'll understand
Why I'm hurt because

This is my own blood on my hands
And no ones tried to help me
They tell me "hands up now"
And "get down on your knees"

Cant you see...
Living in America
Dont get caught bleeding
Unless your expecting a beating

Until your knocked down
Lying there
Gasping for air
While you're drenched
In your own blood