Ghosts

Do you believe in ghosts?
If you do,
Then Trayvon martin
Tamir Rice
Jordan Neely
Is hauntin the killers
Their enemies
They’re hauntin them
Every single day
In their dreams….

They hold grudges
Some haunted til you get older
And you see them….
They mad, they wanna whoop that
Ass….it’s no escape….

I do love those ancestral
Reparations type of stories
Where black ghosts whoop their
White supremacists ass

These enemies
Who killed those innocent
Black people, I want them to see
Their sad faces when they get a
Goodnight sleep…. I want black ghosts
To get their revenge on their murders….

I’m sure
George Zimmerman
Tripped over a rock
No it was Trayvon…
Trayvon walked over
In his nightmares
As he twists and turns

Will he confesses on his deathbed?

Or
Jordan became Daniel penny’s shadow…
Whisperin, you killed me…..
You killed me on a train….
Put me on a chokehold….
I bet he felt a chill
Tremblin hands that were around a black man’s neck
I hope Jordan chokeholds him back….
Now who’s breathin?

Or
Tamir...