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letra de open casket - lyles

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chorus:
dear mr. officer, i know my skin is black and it
makes you uncomfortable, but won’t you tell
me why i must die… dear mr. officer, why must
you take our kids all the time, all we wanna do
is live, grow up and strive… but we die, oh no…
dear mr. officer why must you k!ll my folk all the time, all we wanna do is live, grow up and strive again…

-news report-

verse:
another day another, open casket, black man blasted, probably just wanted candy for that last bit of hunger after dinner was over, see lil homie trayvon was accustomed to them skittles and 99 cent cans of icy arizonas, so his nikes went on over to the corner store ’bout 4 blocks away, but a storm seemed to race in the night time sky, tray put his hood over his face, cuz weather started getting cool… whoever knew that this common sense would turn a teenager to a criminal; minimal effort from some stranger on the radar chose to take it upon himself to make the scene seem safer, a split second decision was made like speed racer, little george shot a bullet, ‘stead of pulling out a taser, now my n-gg- trayvon getting funeral arrangements -gunshot-, mama crying for her baby… lately, everybody in the city going crazy, february 26th was like a holiday for maybe, 2 years or so, everybody got a hoodie with a candy and an arizona, the fear was on another level; in the air, aromas of pork grind and pig skins used to scare my homies, cuz they was k!lling off n-gg-s like the deadly ebola, it didn’t matter if you banged or was out getting diplomas, so now we putting lil children in the after school programs, hoping to shift a lil focus to the absolute brokenness of the african community, we asking the potus if he could p-ss a lil hope but even that notion didn’t stop the commotion of brutality we happily would burn to the ashes… but police are -ss-ssins… they need a straitjacket or something, or a new tactic… in the mean time let’s bury this casket

chorus x2:
dear mr. officer, i know my skin is black
and it makes you uncomfortable, but won’t
you tell me why i must die…

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