By Rashaad Pierre
Presently pressing all on my pressure points
Messaging all the leaders that I’d appoint
Hate how they treat us but here’s the point
The guards up like I didn’t even have a point
Cause of the lead,
Bullets flying everywhere they hit you now you did
Daddy didn’t come home couldn’t tuck his girl to bed
All this killing, All this hate, has me scared
The people fed up
Why when the people down, the feds up
Backward fed is death
You took an oath to protect
But you decided to play dress up
Who’s next up?
Ain’t no BLUE and WHITE without RED huh?
Is that America? Is this America?
They call this living
I call it the living dead
More like the walking dead, No AMC
We got the clips on film like AMC
But the Judge like they care, It’s ABC
Trying to fly away in my WINDOW seat
Wrote a poem for you called WIDOW seat
Couldn’t imagine vision through a WIDOW’s peak
We’re here now not trying to see the WIDOWS peak
How do you expect us to have unity
When we afraid of the unit
They moved us straight to units
Why you think we moving units?
We pushing weight!
Why the POLICE where the POOR LEASE?
Ironically, that gives us no peace
It’s funny how the words play
When we all pray
We need angels
That’s why I ran to the Mic
The Devil got a big appetite
Please put down the lead cause I rather let the GRAPHITE.
The poem that inspired the lyrics for WidowSeat