I typed the lyrics for my class! Apologies for any missed words/ mispelling. The hashtag says black lives matter The toe tag says they don’t We’ve been labeled and tagged They put bullet holes through the price tags of our lives because to them we have no value If they did I wouldn’t to have to talk to my two sons about choices as they are young enough to ride around in car seats Driving down the streets trying to explain why We seem to gain more of a voice once we’ve lost our heartbeat So welcome to black Friday Where the best things in life are free Except air Now a days men are waiting to exhale too You know the cops shop I mean strangle I mean shoot till we drop Then call for back up Instead of an ambulance there’s an amber alert out for common sense and a bulls eye pressed on the back of all black men But you’d rather press the red dot on your phone than record the red dot aimed on his head instead of calling the Red Cross Shout out to my man Cross Eye Red who was shot by the cops at the local pound burger Ironically the pound button was the last thing he pressed on his phone before being murdered And as his blood lines the streets His blood line is ceased You use your bloodline to tag your peeps in a video you posted to FaceBook But it won’t matter because cops don’t facetime So let’s face facts When it comes to blacks too many are tagged by the trigger Maybe more cops should be on twitter since they love to follow And retweet I mean re-beat I mean repeat the plight of the black man #Seanbell #Oscargrant #Ericgarner #Me Ps. I can breathe #Freddiegrey #Ammado #I’m not through Julian Cartie Notice he didn’t get a hashtag and he was a US army vet but all but he gets is an unsolved murder in my memories of identifying my brothers body as they unzipped that black bag and a casket draped in an American flag as they handed my mother before they lowered my brother in the ground Pound rest in peace bro Pound Trayvon Martin Pound Mike Brown Pound Prince Jones And I admit his name I had to google on my phone because I’ve never claimed to be an activist or a revolutionary It’s just scary how social media tends to dictate this worlds trending topics So instead of immortalizing our deaths I’m trying to immortalize my kids that’s why I post so many pics because nowadays it seems like our lives really don’t have too much value unless you can get them to trend so I found myself on Instagram scrolling down a little bit and I see a pic that said black lives matter but I can’t help but reply #sincewhen Since it won’t matter a week later when some football player hits his wife on an elevator now you’ll have something new to post about Domestic violence is nothing to joke about but when the weight of the world is measured by the pound sign we begin to wonder how many hashtags does it take to fill a coffin? Black lives only matter during black history month but blacks become history so often we should dedicate a season Spring showers leads to summers flowers for the fallen leaving our hearts as cold as the winter leaving us as memories And you will remember me I swear to god you will remember me but before I become I become just another memory #rememberme I feel like the only way you know we exist is because our lifelines gets posted in your timelines and because it gives you the option to share you can act like you care So tell me do black lives really matter or will we continue to be considered as the country’s cancer Take a minute Think about it and then you can hashtag your answer
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4 years ago and today it still carries a heavy weight.
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I typed the lyrics for my class! Apologies for any missed words/ mispelling.
The hashtag says black lives matter
The toe tag says they don’t
We’ve been labeled and tagged
They put bullet holes through the price tags of our lives because to them we have no value
If they did I wouldn’t to have to talk to my two sons about choices as they are young enough to ride around in car seats
Driving down the streets trying to explain why
We seem to gain more of a voice once we’ve lost our heartbeat
So welcome to black Friday
Where the best things in life are free
Except air
Now a days men are waiting to exhale too
You know the cops shop I mean strangle I mean shoot till we drop
Then call for back up
Instead of an ambulance there’s an amber alert out for common sense and a bulls eye pressed on the back of all black men
But you’d rather press the red dot on your phone than record the red dot aimed on his head instead of calling the Red Cross
Shout out to my man Cross Eye Red who was shot by the cops at the local pound burger
Ironically the pound button was the last thing he pressed on his phone before being murdered
And as his blood lines the streets
His blood line is ceased
You use your bloodline to tag your peeps in a video you posted to FaceBook
But it won’t matter because cops don’t facetime
So let’s face facts
When it comes to blacks too many are tagged by the trigger
Maybe more cops should be on twitter since they love to follow
And retweet I mean re-beat I mean repeat the plight of the black man
#Seanbell #Oscargrant #Ericgarner #Me
Ps. I can breathe
#Freddiegrey #Ammado
#I’m not through
Julian Cartie
Notice he didn’t get a hashtag and
he was a US army vet but all but he gets is an unsolved murder in my memories of identifying my brothers body as they unzipped that black bag and a casket draped in an American flag as they handed my mother before they lowered my brother in the ground
Pound rest in peace bro
Pound Trayvon Martin
Pound Mike Brown
Pound Prince Jones
And I admit his name I had to google on my phone because I’ve never claimed to be an activist or a revolutionary
It’s just scary how social media tends to dictate this worlds trending topics
So instead of immortalizing our deaths
I’m trying to immortalize my kids that’s why I post so many pics because nowadays it seems like our lives really don’t have too much value unless you can get them to trend
so I found myself on Instagram scrolling down a little bit and I see a pic that said black lives matter but I can’t help but reply #sincewhen
Since it won’t matter a week later when some football player hits his wife on an elevator now you’ll have something new to post about
Domestic violence is nothing to joke about but when the weight of the world is measured by the pound sign we begin to wonder how many hashtags does it take to fill a coffin?
Black lives only matter during black history month but blacks become history so often we should dedicate a season
Spring showers leads to summers flowers for the fallen leaving our hearts as cold as the winter leaving us as memories
And you will remember me
I swear to god you will remember me
but before I become I become just another memory
#rememberme
I feel like the only way you know we exist is because our lifelines gets posted in your timelines and because it gives you the option to share you can act like you care
So tell me do black lives really matter or will we continue to be considered as the country’s cancer
Take a minute
Think about it and then you can hashtag your answer
Very powerful
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powerful
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Where can I find the lyrics for this piece?
#GeorgeFloyd
Denny Moses we’re still adding names.. Stay safe man..
Yes a nation of keyboard warriors and armchair critics!