I thought my brother was paranoid...
When he would tell me not to go out alone
Fact is, he knew if something happened to me,
I wouldn′t get the dignity of a police search party
He knew the sad truth in our perils
Because of the melanin in our skin
Regardless of our upbringing or background
We could never truly live in a state of complacence
We'd never... ease on down the road with blissful ignorance
There will never be comfort in our safety [hunh!]
I see them Ghetto Scarecrows in the field, it feels crazy
Blood spilled, oppressed by the shield, they still lazy
Ghosts got me riding with chrome, dying alone
Speech that inspired the poems is real hazy
A mother′s tears spill on that grave, headlines spit on his name
Convicted since our history as slaves
Let that blood and ink spill on that page until this hell froze
I'm in the field with Ghetto Scarecrows
Blood stains magenta, crack vials, led to strained placentas
Crack babies groomed for fatal winters
While snow angels fall across the pavement
Government-bred, my oppressors on the news, forced to make statements
Squad cars are passive, abandoned on the curve, spiteful tactics
Hoping their presence can detour the passage
Of young Black killers, forced to develop beyond their years
The tears fall on deaf ears and led to closed caskets
I've seen it all through these lenses emulating Malcolm
Since Ron Reagan forced his hand to regulate the talcum
Contemplate the difference in hoods... Yours? metaphorically
White, pinnacle at the top, views historically
Is biased racism, My Hood is a statement
Black ties, through these George Floyd eyes, cover our faces
Hands up, but don′t testify
Grand juries stretch the lies
See squad cars, but they never ride
I see them Ghetto Scarecrows in the field, it feels crazy
Blood spilled, oppressed by the shield, they still lazy
Ghosts got me riding with chrome, dying alone
Speech that inspired the poems is real hazy
A mother′s tears spill on that grave, headlines spit on his name
Convicted since our history as slaves
Let that blood and ink spill on that page until this hell froze
I'm in the field with Ghetto Scarecrows
These scarecrows say they need more brain, developing aim
To infiltrate this hood of
