Questions to be Answered

 Started to question my people,
Was it really illegal,
Or did we provoke the nonsense,
Or were we really peaceful,

The decisions I battle with,
Back and forth, forth and back,
I don't want to support us,
If we didn't just fire back,
Lash back,
Bash back,
And only get defensive back,

I would hate to support a hypocrite,
Especially if we punched first,
And the cop ended it,
Because I can vividly,
See the end of it,
If I was a cop today,
I'd be provoked to trigger a kid,
Because society say we are,
Crooked as the American flag,
Promotes unity,
Yet separation exist,
And the winning class, closed mouths,
Make it appear they love it,

Questioning united we stand,
Because divided we fall,
You see vividly,
As one shot, two shot, shot six times,
Black mothers fall sad,

Yet their tears fall harder,
Every tear that hits the ground,
Rocks the black community a bit harder,
Hope the black men say "stay strong and you can make it,"
To the kids visiting the barber,
And give them survival tactics,
Hopefully that cease the tragic,
So he don't reach in his pockets,
And give the cops a chance to contribute to the madness,

Maybe the cop shot first,
Maybe the cop shot second,
Hard to be hard on a cop,
When they too, have a family,
The victim and suspect,
Both want to sleep at night,
Open their eyes and see the next day,
If all goes right,
They both live in fear,
Hoping that society don't steer,
Their life,
Six feet.
-L.J.S.