Entitled "Death Toll"

It just got warm out, this the shit I've been warned 'bout

I hope that it storm in the mornin', I hope that it's pourin' out

I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks

And I ponder what's worse

Between knowing it's over and dyin' first

'Cause everybody dies in the summer

Wanna say your goodbyes, tell them while it's spring

I heard everybody's dying in the summer

So pray to God for a little more spring

woke up this morning scared of what The hands of father time hold for my body

The internal bombing of a people

no one knows when the killing will end

I can feel the uneasiness in my bones

My story can end anywhere at any time

just like the unfortunate events in Buffalo

A pain that no family should ever be subjected to

The death toll keeps rising with every year

A body here, a body there still no one is held accountable

making excuses to justify sinister acts

but if we act in self defense we’re the ones in the wrong

They live in fear they claim they’re being wiped out

how could this be the case with my ancestors never asked to come here in the first place

merely intimidated by the power we hold inside our bodies deeply rooted in our melanin genes

death not only knocks on the doorsteps in our community

death isn’t bedded in the souls of our feet and the shoes be wear

because once you cross the threshold from safe haven to mayhem you never know if you’re making it back

hold your love ones tight before death get a chance to their bodies

innocence and wrong doing is not concluded by judge and jury

A piece of lead carries much more weight

how do we expect little boys and girls

to look in the face of the American flag

and still feel at home

if this is the home of the brave

why hasn’t anyone stood up for us

our potential is dimmed when stars of our beautiful community get burnt out for no reason

grieving crying inconsolable tears

as a family history fades away

I have no hope in this country

my only hope now is that my people find a better place to rest their heads

maybe we should go back home and be one with the people

any place is better than the good ole U S of A

let’s go somewhere other than here

I’m just tired of seeing the death toll continue to rise

even though our hearts are heavy and our minds are weary

We must march on and continue the fight