They say I am free

Supposedly I can do as I, please.

Until I choose to express my right.

We are “free” until we step outside of what their free means

I can not say what I want without having my words twisted

Next thing you know I’m lying dead in the street 

Yet my killer is the one to be named the victim.

Oh but wait there’s more, just wait for the headlines

I wonder what they are going to say this time.

He/she was a threat

I feared for my life I had no idea what was coming next.

Another dead black child laying there in the street

With the blood spilling all the way down to his feet.

Yet the only thing that they seem to ever mention

Is a crooked past to relieve the tension.

Now it’s one story versus another 

but this is not the time to be pointing fingers at 

One another. 

Let’s not mention the fact that his hands were up, no you see even 

With that being done it still wasn’t enough

So tell me what was he to do, he had surrendered just like they say you are

Supposed to.

But his skin was too dark so it didn’t even matter.

When we protest the unjust we are said to be barbaric

One of our own killed in cold blood another mother without her son

He was shot not once not twice but twelve times

Now watch the media slander his name with multiple lies.

This is America my freedom should have no limitations 

And when something so unjust happens to me 

My killer should be jailed not sent on a paid 

vacation.