The Bullet to Change a Life
The bullet flew through the wind The force bringing me to the floor... Hitting my chest Blood squirting everywhere The sirens blaring Hauled into a truck from what?... Would the bullet end my life? The gun my assaulter held Legally bought... Causing people like me To injure, to die... From a bullet that would end a life An amendment... Allowing our people to possess evil Hell put in a gun Bullets to end a life These bullets change lives... For better or worse Driving On The Street I was driving on the street Till I was put to a stop The cop was very nice Until he was not. Because I was black I was put in the back But when a white man sped past He was let go, I was aghast My rights were being completely harassed I asked the cop why He was clearly the bad-guy He started to drive to the station I thought what is wrong with our nation! I was accused for speeding The situation they were misreading! I was clearly at twenty five ! I was being deprived I was put on trial This was vial I could no longer drive for the next two years I was in tears And they were smiling This is the work of Racial Profiling Gun I hear a gunshot Should I stay? I think not My life is all I got... I was sweating from running, getting very hot I was face to face with the gun to my head I saw bodies around me, surely they couldn't be dead... How much more blood was going to be shed Escape was just up ahead If only the gun wasn't there Should I move? Would I dare? The holders stare... Turned into a glare He pulled the trigger… And his smile got bigger The bullet goes through my leg I fell to the ground, and started to beg Only to look up and see the gun to HIS head…. He was like the rest, dead My vision blurred... My words slurred Everything went black This is my world This is my world I deserve to live in it like everyone else But I don't This is my world But police treat me differently Strangers treat me differently People treat me differently Everyone treats me differently... This is my world too! So why?... Because my skin is brown? They call us negroes They call us niggers For what?... Is it to please themselves? Is it to make them feel good? Cause I can tell you it doesn't feel good to us Who is us? Every black in the world who has been thrown back to the ghetto For who... For you Who has been hurt.. been told they're worthless... The bad thing is, that's probably every black who's ever lived Guns under-control A man offers me bullets made for something cruel I turn him down... In this world, buying a gun was breaking the rule In this reality People know guns lead to fatality In this life people weren't carefree To bad it wasn't real In the real world People go away... People think guns are for horseplay In the real world People do not think guns are strange In the real world I hope for change... In my fantasy Things are peaceful In my fantasy There is no evil In my fantasy People are gleeful And none of them possess guns…. In the real world…. Things are not as joyful as they seem I can only wish the real world will become like my dream
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