Don’t you all get silent now,
Please someone step in the hot spot.
Face your oppressor the one in the robe with a gavel he decides your fate.
Sometimes unseen not even given a chance to appear,
Killed in the streets or by the lot.
No convictions given but call me a communist fighting for the social equality of color,
But you claim I’m aggressive filled with hate
My young brother in his Grandmother’s yard,
Another in Wal-mart parking lot,
Death took these victims of police gun shots.
You want us on our knees to pray,
But a revolution is the latter.
I’m here my people are still deciding,
You should hide before it’s to late.