Black lives matter like all life matters
if all life matters, then Black lives matter
But I still get called a coon
Because I say, “Good morning” or “Good afternoon”
And sometimes “Good evening”
Some people I see, they only happy when I’m leaving
So I’mma start staying a little bit longer
I know life can only make you stronger
I was told that my color don’t make me a brother
I was told that I should be dead just like my mother
I was told that life and death was a choice
Can’t you tell that life’s in my voice?
Hope she got a baby in her stomach — that’s life
Every time her belly move it let her know it’s alive
See, life is the beginning and the ending of death
Now sit back and listen and take a deep breath
I remember the times that I wish I was dead
Suicidal thoughts, they stayed up in my head
Somehow, someway, God gave me life
And it made me pray
God told me to send the world a deep message:
Black lives matter, don’t you ever forget it.
My life is your life
and your life is mine
Please, police, don’t shoot
Because I’m Black all the time
Black lives matter.
Pookanu’s latest CD, “Father’s Day,” is available at pookanu.bandcamp.com.
