Shots
One shot, two shots, down We trusted you with our lives You’re meant to be our relief Supposed to keep us safe Yet we lay lifeless on the ground Our families only left with their cries Who do we trust now? Who do we call out for help? When our very own saviors are the causes of our deaths Why is it always the ones with more melanin who can’t walk away alive in any situation? Shoot, why is that the first thing that comes to mind? A few seconds of choice affect the rest of anothers lives Forever a hole gapes in their heart From where the bullet killed their loved one Our police, our lawsetters...