William
Mr. Officer
Mar 3, 2015
Mr. Officer, don’t you have a daughter and a son?
Do u hold them tight like you hold your gun?
Can you imagine the terror in their eyes, if they had to witness their
father bleed and die?
Who is left to comfort when they cry? And provide when the well runs
dry?
Do these words mean anything to you? Oh let me guess you just had
a job to go and do?
So is that why u killed that man?
You told reporters he had a weapon in hand
Why don’t u let the youth know just where you stand? So they can
start working on their plan
When will you learn if it’s you then it’s me, what happened to justice
and liberty?
Why do you attack my community, my family’s so scared of losing
me
No room to walk around proud and free; just look at what the children
are allowed to see?
Now look at yourself in the light, are you really the ones winning this
fight?
So many sins you better drop to yo knees, and begin with the sorry’s
and please forgive me’s
Oh Lord there’s bad cop running wild in my land
He got away with locking up some youth and killing a good family
man
And now his seeds will need some sun
But instead they went and got a gun
They’re so young, they’re not ready for what’s next
The son starts to thug, the girl goes n seeks sex
Both waiting for the day they can flex
Oh did I mention their mother was killed by her ex
Now tell me how is all this is fair, all the pain and despair
All the stress and the lonely nights, just so Mr. Officer could earn his
stripes
Blurring the lines between wrong and right, sad thing is the end is not
in sight
Suppose to protect and serve, not intimidate and kill
Poor people the war is on still
Black people they haven’t got their fill
Officer remember this when you try to spit out that pill
U say it’s us but it’s you who is ill
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, what can I say to get you off of us
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer we want equal rights not what you offer us
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, please tell me why you’re making it so hard
for us
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, explain to the world why you’re at war with us
So many lives taken by your hands, so many lies told by you on the
stand
Somehow you keep getting passed us, buy lady liberty some new
glasses
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