"Freeze" The block is cold, my wrists are slit their blood will drip, the lynch is lite and I'm hanging on by a thread "Don't move..."
"Freeze" The block is cold, my wrists are slit their blood will drip, the lynch is lite and I'm hanging on by a thread "Don't move" I'm paralyzed with fear, vandalized by tears tearing down this tapestry In this majesty there's no cruelty in how you handle savagery. And I am He who's hue is Tarnished "Hands in the air" God where are you? I give up! Take this pain and suffering! You try drinking from this cup whose cackling crooked cracks got me slipping through the crevice My faith lacks substantial evidence Similar to the presumed weapon on my person I suppose it must be there "Officer Don't Shoot" The gun is hot, this trigger still itch, his blood will drip, the lynch is lite and I'm hanging him til his dead "You don't understand" I over tolerant your kind Pants sagging music blasting toe tagging disrespectful to everyone including yourselves Endangering lives to accumulate wealth You've killed more than I ever will. "Please, let me go" I am a captive in my own home Institutionalized and the fear lies by what can happen to my son from the bus stop to the walk home How many stray bullets will he dodge this time? He's only nine.... He's only nine but his adaptation to crime is critically elevated with every floor being bumpier than the last. He's only nine but he's already seen his mother gunned down from gang violence the year before last "Sir I'm not the guy" "Well you look a lot like him" Shots fired.... Who's the victim?