This joint penned by a friend of mine best fits how I feel about the subject at hand...



Kweli asked me what to tell his son
“The kid still thinks cops are cool
How do I tell him that when he’s older
They’ll see him as a threat
Forty-one shots to the body is what he can expect”

I know all cops aren’t evil
That’s what I tried to tell America about black people
But like all niggas
Every cop is still
Suspect

Whether they walk the beat to enforce peace
Or forcibly beat brothers to pieces
I don’t know every policeman
So I approach them all with skepticism and suspicion
Same as that lady did me when I came in or passed

Bad Image
That’s what tends to happen
When your cohorts smash the innocent
Nah, I don’t trust yall
But like I said it ain’t personal

Kweli tell him what you know
He’ll have to learn the rest on his own
Just pray the lessons don’t kill him

Kweli said
“What do I tell a dead cops wife?
Cops kill my people everyday…
That’s life”

-E.S. Knowles