They just took another one of us
Black boy playing in the street
Wasn't doing a thing
Wasn't bothering nobody
And then they rolled up, took him down
Like they thought nobody was around
Then we heard a gunshot
His body ain't move
And who could ever prove
that he ain't resist arrest?
For all we knew he fought back
That's what the police account said
But the community watched
Saw the bullet go through his head
Saw the blood pool on the street
His body laid there for hours
Like they were sending a message
the bastards the gotdamn cowards
He was only a child
The news called him a "young man"
The news got pictures of him scowling
Like he never smiled in his life
Called him a hoodlum cuz he comes from the hood
but he stayed out of trouble, he always been good
Their body count rising, our numbers keep falling
They keep on walking, bad news keep on calling
Are they protecting us or just serving themselves?
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