Against the police
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In the midst of disaster
We find black lives matter
Since none of the distractions
Can distract us
From society cancer
Hands ache as the cold metal cuts in deep
Pressed unyielding to ensure obedience
No resistance to an entrenched position of power
I can't breathe
Back is bruised and full of tension
There was a time where trust was a given.
Where kids didn’t yell “I call witness!”
Where people in ghettos didn’t walk with fright
Throw their hands up and say “Don’t shoot”
A police woman gets her face smashed,
Into a concrete curb
By a drug intoxicated man
She is terrified to shoot
Police brutality has made her the victim
She risks her life to not be criticized
Hands are always in the air out of fear and not for cheerThere's so much thats been happening this yearParents sheltering children from the newsThey're in denial but we all know the truthThe story about the little boys that can't even tie his shoe
