PLEASE DON’T SHOOT ME.
PLEASE DON’T KILL MY VIBE.
I’m just tryin’ to stay alive
Tryin’ to suvive.
It ain’t my time to die.
I still got work to do.
But I wonder if my work is in vain
Is my livin’ in vain
Sure you can say “No, of course not!
It’s not all in vain, cause up the road is eternal gain.”
But I’m not thinkin’ about the bye and bye
I am concerned with the here and now
Cause being a good negroe and teaching others to be good negroes don’t seem to matter
Cause even if I’m in a Benz
I’m still a nigga in a coupe
I don’t have to do anything wrong
For history tells me so
My black body, like other black bodies is condemned
I put my hands up.
I shouted “PLEASD DON’T SHOOT”
But I don’t think he heard me.
He shot me, and then he was placed on leave.
I gave up the ghosts
I took up my post
Now I watch you fight day and night
Because you tired of this shit.
This ain’t supposed to happen
Not in 2014
Not in America
Not when we have a black president
But I’m trippin’
There’s already precedent
I’m black in a white man’s world.
And even though I’ve learned how to live in a white man’s world
The rules constantly change and I get disqualified for the game.
I though we were all in the same gang, but we beefing and set trippin’
Now you bustin shots on me
You killed me
Like you killed Trayvon, Jordan Davis, Renisha McBride and many more.
I thought I could make it in America
That I, too, could sing America
My folk helped build America.
But sometimes I feel I don’t belong in America
And for that sometimes I hate America.