By: Cedric McClester

As I sit here and reflect,
It appears, I’m the usual suspect
You’re suppose to serve and protect
So please take  your knee off my neck
If I tell you I can’t breathe,
I seriously doubt I’ll be believed
As if something is up my sleeve
Must my family and loved ones always grieve?

Must they be the ones to regret,
The sale of a loose cigarette?
Or even better yet,
A counterfeit  20 still wet
See, I’d really like to know,
How far does this thing have to go?
Before my top’s gonna blow
And my hurt and my anger show

As countless others like me die,
Am I just supposed to sit by,
Without having to wonder why?
Am I a convenient bullseye?
Sometimes the going gets rough,
But when is enough enough?
I realize your job is tough
But don’t **** me if I’ve been handcuffed

And when tempers run hot
You say it’s a left wing plot
But that’s not always what we got
See, it might be what your actions wrought
Now you may not wanna buy it
But people all over are tired
And might be prone to riot
Or burn down a hotel like the Hyatt













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