Commentary

Dark city nights where the police lurked years ago pledged neighborhoods with a curse confessions coerced the young would catch it worse decades later and I put em in a verse free them see their innocence used like instruments.

Like any good man, a black cop walks into my coffee shop and asks for the strongest coffee we have and assures me he wants it black. I’m fumbling.

take those chains off that child. take those chains off that Light of life, HIS life – ain’t yours to hold. ain’t yours to hold inside, though you’ve tried.

What is the world you want to achieve? Can you show me the blueprint? Do you have one? Are we starting from scratch? What do you do with the harm? Is it cupped in your hands, or is there none?

My tummy filled with potential, They say it’s despicable, I tell them my baby gone save us one day, They say, watch what the streets say, the police they, keep they trigger fingers happy I know it’s cliche to say. But They just don’t like nappy.