I am willin’ but their nonchalance is chillin’
Are you a victim of social disorder and it’s floored ya?
I want to ask them
Why do we continue to create all these ghettos and borders?
I don’t hate you
You are shady, you did play me
now you soiled my community, my family name
But beef is not how I
want to define my game.
I don’t mean to curse on my verse
Just looking for a more loving universe
I want freedom to run free,
Like water gently running through my toes
Like a blackbird in the sky,
I know we are different but all these labels are making us die
All the deceased, too many lives that have been prematurely fleeced.
Those left behind to afraid to protest or make a sound
Less Mac Daddy and more a golfer without a caddy.
Listen, tradin in metaphors is crazy,
Because there are too many lives snapped like a broken white daisy
There are too many graphic headlines, and I am worried
It does not faze me
So we can dress up the tragedies in dazzle and gloss
It still remains that are communities feeling the real cost.
Just because a life was short
Does not mean that life was worth less
Taking a photo, sharing your sympathy
While you take us deeper into the mess.
That my friend,
Will cause civil unrest.