We want to see these black boys fly

Cops rather see these black boys die

Unarmed, non voilent, minding theirs

Shot down, brutally beaten, unjustly killed 

Browmskin, lightskin, darkskin

All victims, inferior to white skin 

Another son, cousin, brother

Murdred by those meant to protect 

Another father, uncle, best friend 

Walking down the wrong street 

At the wrong time of the night 

At the wrong time of the day 

Looking a little too meanincing 

In mr.officers racists eyes 

Doing nothing to warrant an arrest 

Doing nothing to deserve rounds to the chest 

Our boys wren't killers till the boys

Turned hoods into war zones 

Our boys weren't hostile 

Till they couldn't walk around

In hoodies without assumed to be up to no good 

Officer how about you assume the position 

Officer how about you get on the ground 

Officer how about you feel what it's like 

To know your freedom dances on a wobbly line

These black boys punished for doing nothing wrong 

These black boys whipped by slave masters 

History repaeting itself, did we not leatrn from the past? 

For the Mike Brown's, Oscar Grant's, Shawn Bell's, 

For the Eric Garner's, Ramarley Gram's, Danroy Henry Jr's 

For every black boy that has to watch his back 

Beacuse he never knows when a red dot will be glued to it 

You are better than the system

Set out to destroy you 

You are more than just a colored face

More than just a sag in the pants 

More than gang voilence 

More than steroetypes, pre judgmenets

And deep rooted white supremacy 

More than these justiceless cases

Occuring right here in this forsaken nation