They think that cos they wearing badges that its power, feeling it be like they wild west. thinking they catching outlaws.
When they the ones letting the shots hit unarmed hands on his head. but they not moving as he shouted gun.
It wasn't even a mobile, they just trigger happy in blue as the family was in black.
Tears aren't bringing his last word back, Mum, Daddy, last cherished thought his baby girl. Tears fell silent as they had knees on his neck, what the **** he dead yet you thinking he needs cuffs, morality took a side step.
No one is on their knee no more, hands held at height trying to reach the fallen to show that they still being reached for.
I promise we ain't forgetting any fallen, we'll reach high walking the streets. They ain't holding pistols to this many.
Hands-on heads showing peaceful metaphors, we shouldn't have to be scared of a badge that's meant to protect not a knee on a neck.
Or a gunshot on an unarmed person, due to his demographical heritage. another fell like a tree in a forest.
But every flower has a camera and nothing falls silently anymore.
I don't want to leave behind The world I've come to know. And I refuse to return blind From the land of ice and snow.
The land of painful suffering I've come to know so well I must depart for fairer lands Then return to blazing hell.
The issue here, I don't exactly know. Its fire never scorched me Its barbs have never scratched me. All I can tell you is that
I don't want to go.
What is happening in this country? The United States once stood for freedom and equality for all, but I just watched a video depicting a black man lying on the ground with his hands in the air as two police officers emptied full magazines into him. He was a behavioral psychologist, treating an autistic patient, and was murdered on the street. And now I'm going to Canada to go to college. This *****.