next time you see me slit my throat
let my blood gush like it did on american streets
mute my screams like i did while the news got old
let your knife kill the silence and ignite the need for equality.
next time you see me pull the trigger on my foolish mouth
shut me up while i complain about my silver spoon
while children die of empty stomachs in the south
let the gun sound wake up people like me to reality.
next time you see me lynch my body
let it hang like decoration to show people that
the silent are like the violent
the mute are like police who shoot
the ones who are quiet while they feast on a meal
are like the crooked politicians who steal.
let my silence be the death of me
and my new found voice be the death of the thoughts of our enemy.
- t.m