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Dead Man Walking

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*BANG BANG BANG BANG*

Smoke radiates from the barrel

Silence echoes throughout the streets,

His body shakes as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

His body hits the cold ground, they just pronounced him dead.

You can hear his mother's cries from across the street,

She is now on her knees begging, something like a plea.

Asking God,"Oh why did it have to be me?!"


Another child shot, another child gone.

What threat are they if they have no gun?


His tennis shoes squeak against the water on the pavement

Black hood on his head as the rain begins to fall

He pops another skittle in his mouth takes a sip of his Arizona

He committed no crime, never served any time

But they shot him dead, he dropped like a dime


Another child shot, another child gone.

What threat are they if they have no gun?


But I can't breathe

And my hands are up so don't shoot

Sometimes I question where I come from, channel my roots

I could never imagine what it's like beneath the gun

But I assure you it would be no fun

No indictment

No justice

No discussions

No punishments


Oakland is raising me

But I have a fear the bullet will soon graze me

Because Another child was shot, another child is gone.

What threat were they if they had no gun?

My arms are raised and head tilted toward the sky, I don't want to know what it feels like never saying goodbye.


Turning on the tv I hear the media's story,

Walking through the streets I see the people's fury.

They teach us to walk, hoping we learn to run faster than a bullet.

They teach us how to talk in hopes we fight for the justice we deserve.

They teach us to educate in hopes one day we will enlighten.


But is it enough?

Is it worth the price of our lives?

A mother's nightmare,

A father's scare,

No parent wants to bury their child.

Every parent has a fear of that gun,

The man behind the uniform,

The loss of their only son.


Sorry if my color offends you

Sorry if my clothes scare you

But Oakland is raising me

And I fear the bullet will soon graze me


*BANG BANG BANG BANG*

Smoke radiates from the barrel

Silence echoes throughout the streets

Another child has been shot, another child is gone.

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