The all too common account of a "critical incident."
A country remains divided
Will we ever stand united?
Those who have been trained to protect and serve
Are making excuses so their own lives are preserved
A present fear of diversity, of color, and of change
Taking down our brothers and sisters at point blank range
"Officer, I'm not armed, so please don't shoot"
"It's too late, all that melanin put your voice on mute
Aside from that, you kind of look like a bad dude
Your arms are up, yes, but with all this fear that's accrued
I just can't seem to get past the fact that you're black
You're big and you're scary and you'd better stand back
I don't know your story or the person that you are
But with skin that color, I can't imagine you going far
I can't imagine you having children or even being employed
I can't imagine the family's life that I'm about to destroy"
"Well, just let me carefully walk to my car arms held up to the sky—"
"Shots fired! Shots fired! All officers standby!"
... there is a pool of blood now at my feet
And another black man is now off the streets
I confused my taser for a gun cause I was just so afraid
In my defense I was frazzled so it's a fair mistake that I made
No I didn't enjoy doing that, but it had to be done
Could you imagine what would have happened IF he had been armed with a gun?