written by: Keyana Robinson, CAU Freshman, Criminal Justice major/ Psychology minor
“The Darker the Flesh the Louder the Cry”
They use our black bodies as target practice,
Feeling so stuck and burdened in a world that want to catch us,
Lynched
Burned
Combat Zone
Violent Thug Was Walking Down the Block, Minding His Own
Captivating for the headline
Did I mention that they shot my homie, dead blind?
Still we’re mentally enslaved
Today is just a replay of back in the old day
Nothing’s changed
The louder we cry, the more they shoot us
To silence our voices like we’re the intruders
Of their desire to kill us
Amerikkka’s white washed so they want to dilute us
No mixing us together, who segregation?
CHA enforced the ghettos, black vacant
Preying on the dark berry, to move less scary
Praying and crying does nothing but keep our hands to bury
Paid leave, pigs play tag on our lives like an episode of Tom and Jerry
Remember when they murdered my bro named Larry
Kept his dead body laid out for hours, hail mary
Surrounding him, cops shaking all wary
They couldn’t give a fuck about the struggles that we carry
Crooked for the hell of it, the system’s very shaky
Dylann still alive when he shot up the church Roof, how creepy
Subliminal actions, Burger King they wouldn’t treat me
Justice for all is nigga you lyin’ spelled backwards
Cops claim to be scared, then retire you fucking cowards
Pull us over pretending to keep it short and sweet
Plotting our death the whole time , misery loves company
Officer am I being detained? Cuz I ain’t showing no ID
Protest and march all year but fuck 12
Months and months after no justice for Lil’ Melv
They want my hands up, no protecting myself
No justice, no peace, here comes more stress
Different hashtag, same scenario, no progress
Using social platforms to stay woke, no press
Everybody want to be black ‘till it’s time to be black but I digress
Hunting us down for more access
To privileged power and wealth
Poisoning us with shit to stagger our health
More deaths in 2016 than I could count on two hands
As for the media it’s nothing but construed irrelevance
Justice is in the eye of the beholder, slave owner
All lives matter my ass, cops are getting bolder
8 bodies down, pigs laugh to praise over shoulder
Stats prove they kill off blacks more, no folder
Genocide, no loafer
Blood dashing, our days are only getting colder
Clean up on aisle CPD, they corrupt so
All faults to the victim, no jury order
Destroyed evidence, refused reports and
What’s the truth cuz there’s no settling
Sleepless nights cuz we ain’t resting
We demanding, we questioning
Like why the fuck this shit keep happening
Shot the pigs down with facts, they cramming
Under pressure to be truthful under oath, more planning