a bullet to his back
another to his head
He was not a stranger
He was one we knew
grew up with my children
they loved him true
Was it wrong place at the wrong time
Too much weed
Too much wine
Was it a good time
gone bad
that has left another
community sad
Does it matter
how it happened
the real question
is why
Why are we a city of cowards
settling every score with a gun
Why are we so weak
and not saying
enough is enough
this thing is done
Another young father dead
He was a good dad
that is what everyone said
We would rather remember him with a T shirt
R I P my friend
instead of ending this nonsense before
another uncle or cousin is dead
He was a pillar in the community
is what i read
another young black leader
dead
We gather in circles and pray
light candles
sing and sway
But yet this brings no one back
and prevents not anther
from winding up dead
STOP the violence, it's what the crowd said
but yet they protect and hide those that cause death
steal the life
leave children without their dad
taking the husband from
a loving wife
What is this sickness eating us
from the inside out
this deep seated fear of
accountability
and doing what is right
Turn around people
see the light
what is happening in our community
it aint right
It can be stopped
It must be stopped
because
I can't take another young man dead
a bullet to his back
another to his head
Dedicated to Michael "Butter" Walker
