A 50 Bullet Wedding

In America, it is difficult to be black You always have to stay on track Where are all the Black men, at Incarcerated, must of them, Jack Well, I made it most of the way Hey, I got a good job, with good pay So, I am getting married, on this day This wedding ceremony worked out, you know, okay Now, its time to celebrate, this way Just friends and family to congregate, up in this place Man, this wedding reception is great Yeah, it is dark outside and it is getting late I need to step outside to meditate I got something special for my baby girl Then, I grabbed my keys and my coat Casually, I jet to my car Well, I did not get very far I heard gunshots ring through the air So, I got nervous, with great despair Sure, you feel the tempers flair I see the man, packing the heat You feel the anger in these streets The words began to shout, no doubt Boy, put your hands up, behind your head, before we roll out We have no problem here, Mr. Man I just want to get some stuff out my car The policeman said no, then pointed the assault weapon, at my head Now, freeze, step down, and put that body on the ground Then, I reached down for my car keys, with my left hand Homey, those bullets blasted out, like jet rockets Suddenly, they burst a few rounds, up inside of me I receive multiple bullets from my head to my knees They decided not to incarcerate me, Instead, they invited me to this 50 bullet wedding, without the bride or groom