Black out

Knee on my neck

Bullet in my back

Yes they’re rubber

What difference is that

My mom wonders if I’ll come home

Son please don’ t leave us alone

In a place that was designed to hate us

A country poised to take us

A president who so easily takes the liberties

away

The liberties that supposedly make this

country great

Where the blues only purpose is to open the

sky

Open it to rains that leave us ever more dry

Rains of red, horrible hues of red,

Disguised in under their white flag of peace

But the flow of Red has only increased

But maybe it should be the pigs to go instead

Amerikka please let me return to my mother,

please let me go back to my warm bed

For however honorable my people have

become

Their mothers still weep for the dead.