Tamir Rice was a 12 y/o boy Who loved sports and art Who's life in 2 seconds Was torn apart Tamir did something Every boy has done Went outside to play With a pellet gun The only difference was His melanin skin It's why the doubt doesn't Benefit him
How can you tell what's a true weapon In two seconds All you can do is make huge messes
But the truth they're conveniently forgetting Is that it's black bodies they perceive as the weapons It's with black skin They hold suspection
The police shift their stories automatically Like the gears of their cruisers Gaslight grand juries like domestic abusers It seemed like a quick moment That so quickly passes But it's not just two seconds In which injustice happens
I hope you are picking up the pattern Of why we have to say "Black Lives Matter"