Police Brutality
Anger amongst my people
From all the police brutality
Resulting in so many young
Mens fatality
Our hands are up
Don't shoot
Don't stomp us out
With your boots
We face down on the ground
Don't Use your billy club to pound
Police shoots and kills
Then gets off for it
This can't be real
Don't use unjust violence on me
I'm a citizen
We as a race should have known better then
Don't shoot
I'm going for my identification
Such a racist nation
If police started killing off Caucasians
Then it would be a situation
Don't shoot
I have a kid in the car
Pow pow pow
Now you went to far
How many shots does it take
To subdue a man
2, 6, 20
Explain officers so we can understand
This is our justice system
Systematically killing blacks
How are we to commemorate
When we under attack
Bias and unjust
In America we don't trust
Police brutality
What's your rationality
Repression and criminalization
Of an entire generation
Racial disparities
Giving us welfare and calling it charity
Our ancestors built this place
Yet a white officer is present
in every black mans murder case
Stop don't shoot
My hands are held high
Pow pow pow
Another nigga dies tonight
Copyright © Deshanta Hawkins | Year Posted 2018
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