Black lives

My black life matters and now it’s in your face

The 3% you call the inferior race

Now its trending on the news you pretend to care

Well make your Instagram’s black and ill pretend to care

Bleeding out for amnesty

Literally bleeding out

But in reality, society still treats us differently from infancy

Our black lives matter

But our black lives shatter

Every time you drop the gavel

Or in that blatant racism that you still dabble

Well dabble with this

My black fist will insist

To stand up

And for your anthem I will not stand up

For that oppression and dispossession

I will not stand up

3% of your population

Well you’ll hear 100% of my voice

29% of all incarcerated

But I bet you think that’s our choice

474 deaths in custody

That’s your police force

Now ask again why I don’t find them trustworthy

This noose around our neck

Is your uncles’ arm

Your fathers knee

Your cousins cuffs

Your family tree

Can you comprehend been locked up at 10

Been thrown in a cell and had to pretend

That you’re not scarred, your tough, you don’t miss your mum

That you even understand what’s really going on

Kids missing the playground in jail surviving

No more band aids on scrapped knees just tear gassed detainees and more deaths in custody

Put our kids in a cell when our cells are the same

Did you forget that were human when you shifted the blame

To my brother

My sister

My nephew

My friend

Abusing children

I thought you said that was a black fulla thing