It’s something wrong with this life,
They got us in America living.
Not permanent things can change at the drop of a hat,
The victims can now become the oppressor.
Want us to believe in the nonsense they teaching,
Don’t trust what your eyes cannot see and,
Yet label everything we do as sinning.
Civil servants payed to protect and serve,
If his skin was Black they’ll say death,
He deserved he was the aggressor.
A radio, blue uniform and a badge,
All the descriptions of that contract killing.
I teach so much knowledge and wisdom without the classroom or lecture hall,
But by any means refer to me a professor.