Our bodies mean nothing to you
Until we make you stand up and cheer
The names get lost in the archive
When you're searching for cases by year
And it's hard to stay up to date
When every week there's a new slaying
Thrown in your face
Their excuses never stop
But we can narrow it to one
Guilty of looking like this
Could get you killed by a gun
Their excuses never stop
But we can narrow it to one
Guilty of looking like this
Could get you killed by a gun
The crime is the width of a nose
The crime is wrong place, wrong time
The crime is a hoodie in winter
The crime is failure to signal
The crime is being in your own home
The crime is minding your business
The crime is going for a run
The crime is assumed delinquent
Their understanding is astounding
Their empathy knows no end
When it's a copy of themselves, they're looking at
They find so many, so many ways to defend
The crime that we can't help but commit
Is the one that they most hate us for
A crime that I have no shame of
A part of me you can't help but abhor
I see no end to this song
I could revise, edit and add
Every time I turn on the news
And see another brother, sister dead