What’s a black life worth?
Do we qualify as human beings?
Are we lower than dirt?
Mr. officer what’s going through your head when you look in
my eyes?
What it is it about me that
you despise?
My music isn’t loud.
My pants are above my waste.
I have a job.
When did it become your personal mission to make me fit the description?
When did it become your personal mission to make me fit the description?
I’m minding my own.
Mr. officer why are
you harassing me?
Please leave me alone.
Are you having a bad day?
Did you have trouble at home?
Is you’re your supervisor giving you hell?
Let me pass.
Let me be.
Why Mr. officer are you harassing me?
Why are you trying to harm me?
If you shoot me what will the story be?
He’s being aggressive.
He had a gun.
You saw the gun right?
Yeah right.
I just know my fresh spilled blood will make your night.
No need to draw your weapon.
I surrender.
I’m obeying your commands.
See I’m on the ground.
I surrender I give up.
Don’t shoot.
Look my hands are up.
{BANG BANG BANG!!!!}
Rip James Garner, Rip Mike Brown, Rip Tamir Rice, Rip Kimani Gray, Rip Nicholas Heyward Jr, Rip Ezel Ford,Rip Oscar Grant, Rip Tim Sandsburry, Rip John Crawford, Rip Ramorley Gram,Rip Trayvon Martin and all other unarmed black men killed by Law enforcement in the US.
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