Dear Nipsey

Dear Nipsey

 

I feel like we are going extinct 

I feel like our bodies are being harbored 

Used , destroyed, tested on 

Killed 

I fear for us 

And I’ve never been one to speak on conspiracies 

But I feel as if America uses the stars of their flags as blades 

To stab us in the chest with them 

And the red stripes demonstrate the blood shed that WE spilled building the foundation of this country 

While the white demonstrates privilege 

The ability to walk around freely and cluelessly to whatever happens to us 

Because we know about situation of Malcolm X or MLK Jr

Yes Nipsey we know this had nothing to do with gangs 

But if they pin it on bloods and crips 

Then we can kill each other and they don’t have to 

No we will not allow them to keep killing us

And I don’t know what else they plan on doing 

To silence us 

To scare us 

But I feel no ease 

I feel like they are cutting the only connection keeping our mind at peace 

I don’t know if they want to separate us 

Divide us 

Make us mental slaves to this country 

But we cannot fucking die here 

I never been in so much fear 

Yes I know being black was always seen as a threat

But next they’ll make excuses for putting a noose on our necks 

But it’s like they kills us with no regret no sweat on their chest

It’s like they sit down and ask us who’s next 

It’s like that foreign game of Russian Roulette

And I smell the fear dripping down my neck 

I don’t wanna die here 

I can’t live my life in anymore fear 

You ever see that see something say something sign on the train 

Can’t you see I’m dying too 

I can’t survive this shit from that the government put you on too

Killing and conspiring against the people that look like me 

I’m that much of a threat to you 

I’m not worth whatever less of you 

You’re comfortable with killing people that look like me too

I don’t know how many more times I’m gonna get angry

Feel the hate linger off me 

Because we all know that hate truly steams from fear 

But answer me this 

You had to kill him because if your capitalistic society made no profit gain his blood had to go in vein 

Or did you know that the 6 bullets that were put through him where military style so they went straight through 

That sound like gang affiliation to you 

Not to mention he admitted on the radio that if y’all kill him for this documentary we better ride for him too

So Nipsey that’s exactly what I’m going to do

 I’m so sorry we lost you 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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