The Problem

As we sit in here and pray,
And we think about the day,
 Where our brother and sisters go away,
Over something we can’t control
But the number that we call
You would think they catch us and not fall.
We choose to stay away from the people who wear all blue,
We don’t wanna plan another funeral,or watch someone else get shot like someones prey.
So believe me when I got to say,
I’m sick and tired of this and it’s need to go away,
Because I’m sick of seeing my race being shot over something they did that was okay.
Is it gonna get worse or is it gonna get better.
If you can get your dinner served on a silver platter, then you can fix the people who think we don’t matter
I know you know it’s wrong and it needs to be stopped, so then why are you still watching us shatter.
You know everyone’s equal but some people can’t show that without pointing a pistol.
So what are you going to do to make America greater again?
We’ve done everything we can so when are you going to put your foot down and be the person your supposed  to be?
I don’t know but I’m waiting to see
And I hope when it happens nobody will disagree.