Every hour its the same offense
History repeating itself over and over again
After a black man had begged to breath
Until he could no longer see
Jim crow laws may not exist anymore
But there is still a division between black and blue
Putting fear into the black youth

I lay in a deepend sleep
Dreaming about the day I would see you again
Fear paralyzes my body as I see your face
But I proceeded to have a conversation with you
As if I never left this universe from you
A part of me thinks its because i have some hidden love for you
Trapped in the cavities of my body
So i woke up every morning
Questioning why you were always rising up from locked memories
Then it hit me like eureka
I am the same age as you were when we met
You were alone and lost like me
And rather then being someone i can look up to for directions
You just grabbed my hand and dragged me to get lost in the woods with you