Nine months
Felt like a lifetime
Wanting to hold you
See your beautiful face
Nine bullets
Took you away
Now holding your body riddled with bullets
Why you
Over and over again
I ask
Didn’t want this for you
Didn’t see it coming
They’ll say your name
For justice for you
Mommas will cry in the streets
and weep and weep and weep
Like I did you
Blood spilled for... what
My blood of your blood
Painting the streets
Wasn’t slavery enough
Blood shed their too
Can’t go back
Won’t go back
Got to go forward
To show them we will live
Not die by their hands
Not no more
For I waited nine months to see you
And they used nine bullets
To take you.