Look me in the eye
See the human in my cry
Put the gun down Sir
I’m not the thorn in your side
That’s the guilt that you carry
The hate in your heart
I’m trying to tell you Sir
I’m not where your problems start
See, I call you Sir
Even though I don’t respect you
Because you’re still a human
And isn’t that what I should do?
Respect you?
Even though you give me no reason to?
Where’s the sense in that?
And where’s the sense in you?
Taking life
You didn’t create
Judge, Jury, and Executioner
Deciding my fate
The life of a criminal
Who committed no crime
The life of a free man
Still doing time
You salute evil
You fight for lies
Murder is your master
Justice your disguise
Kill me
Because being alive
Makes me feel like a target
Always preparing to die
Kill me
And prove me right
That you’re the real monster
Hiding in plain sight
Kill me
Because Racism is still alive
Taking my rights
And poisoning my air supply
Put the gun down, Sir
You know this isn’t right
Kill me, Sir
But it won’t give you a better life
Race is not what we are
It is what we are assigned
If you hated us that much
Your ancestors should have left us behind
