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I'm driving the speed limit, car clean, I'm clean, everything is up to date But I'm still stopped by the law I put my hands on the steering wheel "Officer why am I being stopped?" "I ask the questions" (aggressive)
Your knee is on my neck Hands handcuffed behind my back I'm on the ground I'm cooperating
Because their was a gun Our black Americans are dying Left and right everyday of the month Just because he looks like your suspect doesn't mean he was Making an arrest off of suspension no proof
We are many shades of color. We carry the most fear. The guilt in the elimination of those who are us of coloured.
You will never know. Mercifully you will never feel that tremendous traumatic terror on your heart. You should never be held at gunpoint for false accusations.
He wakes up. And gets ready for the day. Just to go to the store and end up dead the same day. He was socially accused but no evidence.
Being black is not a crime. Ralling together for justice shouldn't be as well. What they did was unlawful, it was appalling, it was a barbaric murder.