What They Say
My emotions move slow
Trying to keep my head low
I'm pent up
And ready to blow
That's what I know
I'm sick
I'm lonely
And home sick
Missing kid shit
And wanting to split
From school
Watching fools break the rules
Useless tools
That build more walls
Than bridges
We're living in hatred
Yet, in many ways, paper pays
But I wonder how we'll make it today
Death on doorsteps
Bodies dropping
From pistol popping
No ones stopping
Left him rotting
Now the local news is watching
Just a show
To let others know
This is the hell
That befell
Black people,
And we're the reason
we're not living well,
A dead lie,
That can only thrive
If you're not alive