An American tradition
It’s been imprinted in our fate
Another Black man slain
Prematurely sent to Heaven’s gates
Why?
Why is it they resent my dark skin?
It seems this country deems my complexion
As the most egregious sin
From Till to Floyd
And the hundreds in between
I often think to myself
The next could very well be me
Another statistic in the book, right?
Another innocent life wrongfully taken away
Then we grieve, the pain fades
And we play the waiting game
It truly is a “hard knock life”
Jay said it best
Each day we walk
Not knowing if we’ll see the next
When the red and blue lights flicker
As I pull over to the side of the road
I pray, petrified
That it is not my time to go
To my Black kings
Stay strong and continue to fight
One day this world
Will get it right