We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim
Of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.
Words to King but never quoted.
Garner, Brown, Rice, McDonald, Brisbon, Robinson,
Harris, Scott, Sterling, Castille, Crutcher, Bland,
Gray, Taylor, Floyd…RIP

Big game Hunting is widely unaccepted in this society.
Rhinoceros Lives Matter
Hashtag Save the Elephants
But when two Queens remind the masses that Black Lives Matter;
Their social consciousness subsides

I for one, am not surprised. Their favorite game is the Black man and woman
The cost of my lungs and heart… priceless
The worth of my body… irreplaceable
But it's a game to them
They still steal and sale our bodies

We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim
Of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.
Words to King but never quoted.
Garner, Brown, Rice, McDonald, Brisbon, Robinson,
Harris, Scott, Sterling, Castille, Crutcher, Bland,
Gray, Taylor, Floyd…RIP



For we don’t know when our day will come to meet the LORD
But perhaps how. Perhaps the how is revealed to us
Often swinging right before our eyes

My forefathers feared the rope
The rope that hugged their throats absent of affection
Causing their eyes to stretch and their feet to stiffen
And from their blood the trees sprouted Strange Fruits
Swinging right before their eyes.

We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim
Of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.
Words to King but never quoted.
Garner, Brown, Rice, McDonald, Brisbon, Robinson,
Harris, Scott, Sterling, Castille, Crutcher, Bland,
Gray, Taylor, Floyd…RIP

What have I to fear?
What have you my brothers and sistas to fear?
These activist are out here trying to bring gun reform to a halt
While these cops are bent on making that chrome thing talk
Fun Fact: Did you know that every bullet has a serial number?
What you already knew that?
Well did you know that every bullet lines up with a black head?
No I’m dead serious. We are seriously dead.

Our lives are forfeit the day we are born.
The badge is a license to kill…code Negro.
Means shoot onsite

I’ve already prepared myself to feel that bullet puncture my skin
The bullet struggling through the weight of my skull
Splattering my brain and out again.
Blood flowing…
My Momma weeping…
My Daddy’s heart beating…
My life leaving…
Those pigs leaping.

We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim
Of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.
Words to King but never quoted.
Garner, Brown, Rice, McDonald, Brisbon, Robinson,
Harris, Scott, Sterling, Castille, Crutcher, Bland,
Gray, Taylor, Floyd…RIP
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