I can’t breathe
In this mother****in’ mask
COVID-19, plus my Aunty just passed
Now some of my friends getting sick
Who woulda thought
that a sneeze could get you kilt?
Who woulda thought
that a cough could make you die?
George Floyd’s another ribbon in the sky
That sh** made me puke
I never knew a knee could be worser
Than a neck on a noose
So we riot, we loot
‘Cause when we peacefully protest,
And be quiet,
They shoot
The police, the police
They need to be defunded
The police, the police
They be pulling out their guns quick
No justice
No peace
Now everybody screaming,
“F*** the police!”
Killed a man over a cigarette
Shot a kid until he bled to death
They even hung a Black women
Now they hangin’ Black children
Somebody told them to shoot at what’s dark
Then somebody told him to shoot at his heart
Somebody told them that Black don’t crack
After he was handcuffed, he got shot In the back
911 or 411?
“Mr. Officer, don’t reach for your gun”
“I got a wife an’ three kids,
Mr. Officer, can I live?”
Black lives don’t matter when we keep dying
My mayor told the president, “Stop lying”
Instead of finding a cure, took a photo opp
Now the coronavirus can’t be stopped
New cases
New deaths
They just keep growing and growing,
Mr. President.
Ron’s poem “T.R.U.M.P. (The Republican Under More Pressure)” is available at https://streetsensemed.wpengine.com/article/trump-republican-under-more-pressure/.
