I wonder if they sleep at night
Jurors, who convicted the pure
Little African and Latin boys
Detectives who are retired hugging
Loving on their great grandkids
Attorney’s who sacrificed innocent lives
For the sake of political pressure
Judges who preside over BS trials
Allowing our brothers to be lead as lambs
To the slaughter, young son locked up as a baby
With grown men, African like him, who should
Have watched his back but they bent his back over
Ran their penis’ up his rectum
Shoved their erections in his mouth
Prison guards, torturing and pimping young lives
I wonder if they sleep at night, prosecutors
Who built their riches on the new Jim Crow era
Made slaves out of Kings but they will never be slaves
My ancestors went through hell and back
You house nigga prison guards
Preying on your own kind because you’ve lost
Your own identity filling high and mighty
With your badge on, demons in uniforms
Heart of coward who sits in White Houses
Taking out ads in the New York Times
To call for the death penalty for our sons
To feel their quotas living in ivory towers
While oppressing their parents
Are you proud America of your racist history
You never knew Yeshua you just pimped him
For your own glory, rot in hell you will never find redemption
But I doubt if you care
Because you sleep at night, no guilt for your past
No concern for the lives you’ve destroyed
You are White Justice, playing with African and Latin lives
Murders, liars, manipulative human monsters
And my brothers are left broken, in shambles
By your system of oppression and we struggle
To find our identity, don’t call me black every again
I will find my way home, to my tribe, my people
Because behind bars, God still sent an angel
To watch over, cover, protect
But what do you care
Officer
Detective
Judge
Prosecutor
Inmates
Guards
You sleep at night.
