Dametre Williams

Black boys blues

Pursuing peace

Yet need to carry a piece

I'm broken into pieces

My world is shattering 

Touch it and I will crumble 

Good cop bad cop

Ain't a game no more

Trigger happy fingers is the reason we say F the pigs

Yet not all have made the offense that some did

Yet the majority suffers

Same as we do when they post videos online making the world think black is violent

black don't crack

But some do snort 

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard 

So say something or forever hold your piece

Got a piece on my waist 

Yet i'm pursuing peace

Jesus this officer is asking for my license yet griping a piece

In a matter of minutes my mommas gonna be left in pieces 

Comments1

  • The Broken Vessel

    I feel your words..everyday my son's went out into the World I often wonder their view and how it matched my fears..



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