Walk around big & bad taking people’s freedom,
Making life sad over a nickel and dime bag.
You judge the situation different because on an application we’re labeled other.
I thought slavery was over but a document written had to give us free.
The same reason I carry I.D., so my mother can identify me.
Leading the truth astray because today you took another Black boys dreams away.
No crime committed my life held at bey in your hands an overzealous man,
Another brother or sister to often lifeless their body lay.