Head on a Swivel
I have to pray
Before I even leave
out the door
That I will not run
into or
Be accosted by
Hatred, evil and the
law
My skin tone
Intelligence and all
Puts a bullseye
Upon my
Existence
Even though
My license and
registration
Gun carrying
Regulations are
Legally obtained and
kept
I am rolling legit
But that still doesn’t
stop
A disgruntled person
Officer or not
To reserve my slab in
the morgue
With their ill intent
Each day I spin the
wheel
Pray it doesn’t land
on that
I will never return
type of
Deal
Always on the lookout
For black, white, Mexican
and more
Blue lights flashing
Means be careful even
more
Even though it is
supposed to be
A comforting support
I don’t think every
cop is
Ready to break the
law
Shoot me full of
holes
But with things
lately
I cannot ignore
The black and blue
Coroner
Suspect DOA
Case closed
So I watch intently
The black cop who is
trying to make
A name and
recognition for themselves
Or the white one with
a chip on his shoulder
And coming up gun
unholstered
Should I be on guard?
No, but I don’t
pretend that
Treachery is not out
there
Each day showing me
Just how dangerous it
is
To just be
Me
So
I will remain
Vigilant
From the
chocolatezeus collection 7/17/16 ©
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