Pigs

EXCUSE ME

but why are my people are still falling

falling like leaves

more than autumn could even perceive

all the black kids do is hang...

WE JUST H A N G I N G !

they call us the forbidden fruit

and then lick our blood up off of fallen leaves

LOOK EVERYONE

THERE IS BLOOD ON THE LEAVES!

next on fox 5 news at 10

"black thug shot and killed by police "

black thug....that's what he is now called after being murdered by those sworn in to protect us.

that black thug will never breathe again.

that black thug will never laugh again.

that black thug will never hear another i love you.

because you, YOU the bulletproof suit wearing, pistol on my right hip, baton on my left hip, pepper spray in my back pocket, decked out in protection geared officer were just so "afraid" of the color black. so afraid that even though his hands are up i should still shoot..bang bang bang bang bang bang....i count 6 shots rest in peace mike brown

look i get it we all are gonna die

but that should be in god's hands

someone lost their son, father, brother, uncle, friend

just because you were trigger happy

and now someone is crying

drowning in their own fucking tears

because who is now laying motionless, an empty shell of a mortal form in which a god given spirit no longer resides meant the world to somebody!

and you took that away from them

because you were "afraid".

we are swallowed by the asphalt

we are taking a dirt naps

we 6 feet under

while these pigs walk on all 4's

but baby, oh baby you gonna get yours

HELL GON LOOK LIKE A PORK SLAUGHTER HOUSE ONE DAY

and heaven HA

heaven gon be the harlem renaissance

ALL OVER AGAIN

THERE WILL BE RAP

THERE WILL BE JAZZ

THERE WILL BE FUNK

THERE WILL BE PANTS HANGING BELOW OUR WAIST WITHOUT JUDGEMENT BEING PASSED

THERE WILL BE CONVIENCE STORES WE CAN WALK IN WITHOUT BEING FOLLOWED

THERE WILL BE 6 FIGURE PAYING JOBS FOR PEOPLE WHO'S NAMES ARE TAIQUAN, BONQUISHA, LASHAWNDA AND DANTE

AND WE GON BE GOOD

BELIEVE ME,

MY PEOPLE GONNA BE GOOD

so yeah our blood is on the streets, the leaves, and the trees.

but look who's hands its on.