My hands are up, please don't shoot.
Robbed a store and got some loot?
All of this doesn't sound like me,
grabbed some stuff and gave him my money.
When I walked back home, the police followed me,
And said I stole it. Really?
So you told me to get on the ground, the sirens, guns, tazzers, and hounds.
These are the sounds of the police,
Yet they don't know
how much they hurt the black community.
They took and killed our loved one,
Yet when we stand
They simply say he pulled out a gun.
~Ciara Mathis
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