Dear Lord this is unusual,
We have lil’ boys who can’t wait till’ their Funeral.
They are delusional, weak, confused,
Vulnerable like infused,
With the wrong information,
Off they go to the new Plantation.
Black lives matter another demonstration, Black male shot by cops another vacation.
He up in heaven or down in hell having libations.
Telling me to stay stagnant or just face it.
Dark Outta sight, dim outta light.
You play hide and seek with the devil, at night.
Out in the streets packin’ heat,
From the police you run so yo ass don’t get beat.
Brutal is your life,
Pain is your wife.
In school you play double dumb,
To the streets you troublesome.
To the streets you very kin,
In the grave we bury friends.