When so many parents are broken up inside,
The rebel says the devil can run but you can’t hide. Hi
Witnesses afraid to talk better find some pride,
because when angels are erased by a zero,
to come forward makes you a hero,
We need information and we need information NOW!
The devil must pay for this blood some way some HOW!
I risk my life to speak,, I risk my life to think deep, deeper than your forbidden triangle so steep,
deeper than the mind of the Greek that turned you into sheep,
Think deep enough to keep a creep off the street.
I repeat,
We Can’t Let This Ride!
We Can’t let this Slide!
When so many parents are broken up inside,
The rebel says the devil can run but you can’t hide.
Witnesses afraid to talk better find some pride,
Quavon great example of a black man walking in the light
Jaionna young queen loving life and shining bright,
The son and the daughter many wish they had,
graduated, educated, highly motivated,
until the one who hated, came and infiltrated,
two of Martin Luther King’s dreams were assassinated,
should you witnesses come forward? that can’t be debated,
I won’t stop until Satan’s son is incarcerated,
vengeance is of the lord, its not mine to take,
but I know long as he free, it aint safe, it aint safe,
who’s next, when he flex, his Napoleon complex.
protect your neck,
I got a word for my set,
protect the witnesses that come forward cause they need our help,
their afraid to step to court because it might mean their death,
it’s all good because I’m telling all the boys in the hood,
protect the block at all cost and tell the killer, I wish you would!,
ain’t no honor in shooting my baby girl with a gun.
People wanna march but where are they at when my hood is full of gun powder,
Silent eating clam chowder cause this march ain’t for cowards!
Negroes pick and choose when they wanna yell “stop the violence,”
but when the real killers kill all you here is “silence,”
you can sue the boys in blue, but not the gangster crew,
they put a new hole in you, with a 22, and sing peek-a-boo,
So aint no Jeremy in the streets representing a link,
when a thug’s bullet moves faster than the mind can think,,
So this is where the real leadership must rise,
aint no T.V cameras in the street when a brother dies,
Even speaking bout a killer in my hood ain’t considered wise,
but we them guys that would die to save our children’s lives,
on my set, you ain’t a vet until you survive Russian roulette,
They aint made a tech yet that could sweat, my silhouette,
Cause wearing God on my sleeve is like a vest or shield,
So let’s put this killer in jail so that the mothers can begin to heal,
put the woman killer in jail and let the builders build,
Our brother and our sister are gone and the pain is real.
I’d be a coward if I hid how I really feel,
from Rwanda to Minneapolis to GR my fate is sealed,
unless I stand up against the guns and the swords that kill,
Taking innocents lives, to a fool its just folly and fun,
until the witness picked up the phone and called 911,
now he shackled locked and stocked wishing he could run,
It’s not done until my family walks out of court and to yell “we have won,”
The pain never subsides when you loose a daughter or your son,
Call silent observer and watch the dryness of this killer’s tongue, When we say “ready or not. here we come!”
There is so much death but this is that one, where we are not done,
until the parents walk out of court ad say “we have won!”
Whoever did this will pay, I put that on my word,
forgive me lord, I rebuke thoughts of sin, forgive me lord.
God the magnificent, the all merciful, Oh yes God please,
Comfort these parents, as I pray tonight on my knees,
Forgive me lord, I must have sinned,
as I tried to understand the hearts of men,
in the 616, I never know if I will rise to see another morning sun,
but God may your will be done, may… your will be done,
Protect these witnesses as they come forward,
To testify for this son and daughter, who are now with you lord,
Oh yes my lord, protect them my lord, protect us all my lord,
- Commissioner Robert S. Womack