Black Backs

Blood from blue bullets sours the concrete Black backs are refuge for lead seeking a place to rest Justice was kidnapped by metal shields surrounded in blue No one cares. The value of those black backs are anyone’s guess We protest with violence which leaves our voices silent Images of angry thugs flickers in the eyes of the suppressor Really.. I see a mother drowning in sorrow Who has lost her child forever Look mommy…look Look at the strange fruit that fell from the tree Lying on the pavement that which resembles me They used to take pictures and publish them in the papers Now we take pictures and they publishing them in the papers How ironic.. we are broadcasting our own death Worldstar..we are uploading our last breathe At least those that act out in violence are angry While those that watch the videos only find it entertaining Mr. Man in blue.. I beseech you please do not disturb your holster My feeble flesh is no match against the rage that you muster Last I check I was man. Not wild prey lurking behind concrete trees You do not have a license to kill my will and bring me to my knees My black skin will NOT be your target We will no longer allow it. When war comes to your home and rest assure it will It will be black skin rendering judgment for the suffering you instilled.