Black Rose E

You give a rose to someone you Appreciate. Give a black rose to the man head Of state. Only got stimulus for this year's election Dates. Within this country, I don't got a lot Of faith. Killing blacks, make a line at the Heaven gate. Pull us over, cracker jokes setting Bait. We can see the hate all in your Face. Talking about something wrong with the plate. Now they want your license, so you go and Tell them, "Wait." You reach for your wallet, they don't hesitate to Demonstrate why we need to educate, Delegate, investigate to any who choose to dedicate Their lives regulating mine and accusing blacks of More crimes. Like a pair of shoes thrown across The wire, racists in top positions, how the fuck They get hired? While a Black man more likely To get fired at the job and on the Streets, and y'all wonder why we resist when you Place us in the back seats. This shit ain't sweet. We gotta hustle just so We can eat. How we supposed to win at The game? Y'all cheat. Put us on the ground and proceed knock out Our front teeth. And while we protest, it's Grotesque how from the Resolute desks manifest we Get called thugs for resistance through presidential Tweets. So to the police of America, I throw a black rose to your feet. Black rose at your feet. Tired of seeing death in these streets. Tired of seeing loved ones struggling. Just leave my people be. Black rose at your feet. Tired of seeing death in these streets. Tired of seeing loved ones struggling. Just leave my people be. It's time for change. I wish we could compete To complete making it from jungle concrete. I don't wanna proceed with mourning another cop's Deed and hang another Black life lost wreath. Wish the natives made y'all retreat. Wish I lived on the streets instead of in The suites. I put poems on the beat to Explain our defeat. We get shot for the J's on our own Two feet. I wish y'all truly cared and didn't Tweet. If you love us, don't flinch when we Greet. Don't stare when we meet and be surprised 'cause I'm neat. We lost thirty-one Black souls from The streets, and that's just in twenty-twenty. We can't repeat. I almost got profiled at the local Sheetz until His fat ass was in aisle three and found The sweets. And y'all say we're the ones high With the munchies. Like we're dummies. Call us monkeys. It's y'all foes' babies addicted to crack before They could even say "Mommy." Stop us from getting money. This shit ain't funny. Black rose at your feet. Tired of seeing death in these streets. Tired of seeing loved ones struggling. Just leave my people be. Black rose at your feet. Tired of seeing death in these streets. Tired of seeing loved ones struggling. Just leave my people be.