My Brother..

We scream, yell, shout, proclaim that black lives matter

Brother, but do we need to fight the white man to display the importance of our stature.

Because that dont really matter

All were doing is making noise taking innocent lives, futures and just adding more contour lines to crazy patterns.

It seems like everyones mind is just clattered

With anger, hate, confusion, and disgrace.

My brother if I was a white man I'd be confused with this race.

And as a black man I'm not going to lie, I am trully ashamed..

That I can stand in an elevator with a grown lady and she clinches her purse a little tighter, because of the color of my face.

But thank God for the man we call MLK, bcause if it wasn't for his genoristy sacrifice and care I dont know where I'd be today.

And I believe when Christ died for us wether we were black, white, gay, mulatto or straight, we were all saved.

So just black lives matter..

My brother let us not let the future and dreams of a better future be shattered.

Because theres something within me burning, and screaming that all lives matter.