Our protectors have gone mad.
They swear that they’d protect us.
But now we need protection.
The confusion seems on purpose.
Hitting Black people back to back.
How could documents look like fire arms,
Or I be armed with my arms up?
This wouldn’t happen in Aston,
Sadly it happened to Aston.
A life lost for no good reason,
Taken by those sworn to protect us.
“Don’t drive drunk” they say,
Then, don’t police like drunks anymore.
It’s not about superiority.
You caused this insecurity.
If all lives really mattered,
This chorus won’t be rendered. Black Lives Matter!