Just Another

It's the fierce pound of the trigger,

as his lifeless body lies on the side of the road.

Hey look, it's just another n****r.

His brain is on the pavement, go figure.

He tried his best to listen to what was told

by his mother. But, too late. The trigger

was pulled, ending a life that was more than meager.

People watched him as his mother took hold

of his lifeless body. But hey, it's just another n****r.

Who knows whether he would have been a leader?

Or had a family and lived to be ninety years old?

Then again, he didn't pull the trigger.

The violence of the streets is only growing bigger

with each gang formed; with guns repping how bold

they are. But hey, it's just another n****r.

What is he now, other than another chalked up figure

drawn on the side of the road?

He had no gun, he pulled no trigger.

It's okay, he's just another n****r.