There are some folks going around this land
Who have no fear of God or man
Waving around a gun in their hand
Steal, kill and destroy seems like the plan
Trying to be men while they’re still boys
Playing with guns as if they are toys
Answering to no one as they plot and scheme
Creating a nightmare instead of a dream.
Why do I carry a gun, you ask?
It’s an accessory, you know, like a mask.
Need to protect myself, understood?
It’s just the way of life in the ‘hood.
I spoil a life, I might get time,
That’s the way in the life of crime.
You steal my jacket, I steal your hat,
All in a day’s work — tit for tat.
He made a choice to settle the score,
The threat to him is not anymore.
They don’t use stones or words for sure
Just pull the trigger, and your “problem” — no more.
Promises and slogan seem like a scheme,
Hope and healing might just be a dream.
Marches and rallies can’t change the truth
We’ll only succeed when we target the root.
Cameras and drones can’t really see
Hearts that are dark with enmity.
Reveal, Census 2020.
Heal, Vision 2040.
Too much drama and disparities
The youth get lost in the “I’s” and the “Me’s.”
How do we account for our priorities?
Let’s be done with hypocrisies!
The siren mourns and wails again
Telling the tale of another one slain.
Our society has a high tolerance of pain …
The blood on our hands is a permanent stain.
—Written by: Sandra C. Bradley on St. Croix
