Paranoia Summer Review

 

I been riding around with some words on my

lips, with the sun in my eyes and the

lake to my hips

 

But some people got shot and

some peoples breath stilled

I said a lot of people died this summer

I said a lot of niggas died this summer

I mean a lot of mothers cried this summer.

And some boys were shot

dark complexion/ white cop

and some heart monitors stopped

Rest in peace grandma I love ya

 

I just wanna fly to the sky

but mama no more

funerals,

no more headlines lying

and no more streetside alters

or teary (gassed) protests lines

its supposed to be summertime fine

 

I keep seeing obituaries

scrawled across my timeline.

coroner's reports on huffpost.

a man was choked to death on the

streets

by the

nypd

#restinpeace

with no context,

how do you interpret that story?

 

Brown boy,

laid to the street (slick) &

shot down 7 times (quick)

there are roses on the yellow divider for you,

this is your

street side alter, i hope your honored

by the protest,

Michael Brown

Eric Garner

Alex Nieto

 

This shouldn’t be a trial

for how  your

skin absorbs the light anymore,

brown boys

I can’t hear anymore eulogies for you,

I know too many of you

for this not to hit home anymore,

this is now

breaking foundations (leveling)

 

This is, now

stay inside little brother,

we live in a

white

“right” neighborhood, and I don't want you

out past the streetlights.

 

Make sure those chips don’t look like

skittles, make sure you keep your

head down,

walk fast,

you’re past your

childhood already.

 

This summer was,

just a

long weekend.

With too many

funerals by the beach or

on the news.

I don’t wanna see anymore

flower arrangements  or

church pews.  

 

I been riding around with some words on my

lips,

with the sun in my eyes and the

lake to my hips

 

But this country’s been sick, and

the people need to heal,

 

I said a lot of people died this summer

I pray to God that she’ll save my brother

I pray to God that she’ll save my little brother

This country’s always been hot,

Fight for change this is our shot,

You’ve got to give it all you’ve got

There is no beauty, with an absence of color

 

I just wanna fly to the sky

but promise

no more hands in your pockets

sitting down or

standing to the side

It was supposed to be summertime fine