No Time
A Dedication to Trayvon Martin & the Countless Others Affected by Police/Racial Brutality
Land ain’t never been free and it’s the brave who they continue to take away .
Seem like prayer isn’t enough. It’s turned into here today, gone today..
To protect and serve
though it’s us whose the real protectors our families. As our Queens are served the death Of our Kings on a platter of Hopeless Hope for our Sons
TOO FAR GONE...
Penalized for being Idolized as the destruction.
Where cops talk murder to lead the discussion...
So it’s nothing to look my son in the face and tell him that his father died by the hands of a man who’ll never understand
what it’s like for that young girl who never asked to be brought into this world
but how she’ll never get to feel what it feels like to be Daddy’s favorite girl....
So if it’s not about black & white but wrong & right .. why every time it comes to black and white?
We always wrong , it ain’t right.
Innocent officer killed by Guilty man, GUILTY!!
Innocent father killed by Guilty officer , INNOCENT!!!
My head hurts
Clouding the vision of what
MALCOLM
FARRAKHAN
AND KING DREAMED
MY eyes the color of
Sandra
Alton
TRAYVON MARTIN
Freddie Gray
Philando
And Mike Brown blood
Hands Stripped from the Grip
Of their Life that’s been taken away
For the countless others that the news failed to mention today
Current waves like the Old Days Diminished
New days like Slavery being replenished
Old ways like the Panthers intended
Every finish line has its beginning. Realizing that it may take war to finish.
I’m more Sick than Tired
More mad than hurt
Crying out Loud with no more tears to shed.
In a time when living as black men has our
Mothers Daughters and Sisters scared
so if I shall die before I wake is the same as dying before I get to kiss my wife to sleep.
That means that I have No time to live which means I have no time to fear
No time to submit
No time to settle
No time to explain why I didn’t deserve to die
No time to give you the registration that you asked for
No time to explain that for years I sold Siri is a photo of the store
No time to prepare my family to be alone
No time to pick up the pieces of the broken home
No time for another Non Conviction
No time to save the world for our children.
No time to tell my brother good morning night or Bye
No time to wipe the tears to help my mother understand why
I’m never coming home so mama left to do it on her own
Her son never coming home mom you can do it you’re not alone
We stand in place of all the kings and queens who's never coming home
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