Black man dead and we still counting
Hands to the sky asking to move mountains
But even preachers lose patience
Lost hope, Church seats left vacant
We see lives lost with shots fired
So many tears, we mourn tired
A black life is a dark night
It's all bleak and you may never see the light
Pistols and prayers
On the minds of grieving gangsters
It's why they blow the high and hope to die
When coppers turn to robbers
And steal the lives of our brothers
Then turn around like they can't be bothered
All lives matter except the blacks murdered
There's home in Africa, We feel your burden
Different places but still blessed with the same faces
So God willing, we can stand to face this