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Who is Freddy Gray?
Don't answer that
Just another man
who got in the way
Found himself 
in the wrong place
at the wrong time
like when Harriet
came out the woods,
saw a group
of clans men
and went the other way.
Just a man too far
removed from slavery 
now facing 
the same brutality.
Used to be, a man
would cower 
under a white gaze
get home and still
wouldn't feel safe
now we fear no one,
not even "Halt"
won't even flinch.
See we believe it's 
our right to fight
and not fear
another's sight.
I tend to agree,
we should fear no
man, but the devil
lives in all of us.
They can no longer
advertise our bodies 
in trees, but 
fraternities still
sing songs about it. 
That's why you
move without 
provocation,
speak without 
intoxication 
Yes. They did good
pulling the wool
over Freddy's eyes
he couldn't see
that gaze of despise.
And if he did,
we've become
oblivious to it.
Too far removed
from yester year's 
whispers.
Too far removed
from what we did
to stay alive.
Now I'm not saying bow 
down and be submissive 
but our folks taught us
how to circumvent 
the bull crap.
Freddy,
how can we stop this?
Don't let them do to you,
what they did to me.
No bullet in the back
no rope in a tree
no misdiagnosed injury 
they find after they
put you in a van
No sir. Yes sir.
Hands raised,
as a matter of fact
don't even come 
around these here parts
"but that's where I live"
and that's where they hunt.
Imagine how it would be, if
they had no where to prey?
Freddy Gray,
the one who got away,
I can hear em joking 
as the van drove away.

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