Bullets and Bars

Bullets and Bars There goes another one Shot or put behind bars Put behind bars with battle scars Scars from protests Ones from which whites try to contest These white cops try to put us to rest But we just raise one fist to show who’s best Bullets and Bars These whites try to define who us black men are How many more will be shot How about those we say are guilty but the jury says is not Do all lives matter? Like chocolate chips in pancake batter? Some say our race is a disgrace Or just by the look on that white cops face When he pulls the trigger to decide another black person’s fate A fate a black man can’t decide because there’s a gun to his face Bullets and bars We ask, when will it stop But at the end of the day we all know that decision is up to the cop Bullets and bars We look for leaders, not dealers We want to drive down the street in Lambos and Ferraris Without being pulled over to ask “Where’d u get it” Without hesitation, next thing you know you’re put behind bars for a crime you didn’t commit Bullets and bars One shot after another Now there’s a sad mother Are whites favored over blacks Like dogs are liked more than cats Keith Scott, Alton Sterling, and Terence Crutcher All of them shot dead, now sons don’t have fathers Bullets and Bars Be careful of how you look and who you are Because you can be shot with a bullet or put behind bars Now listen to these bars