Fruitvale
This realization,
The fruitvale station,
Hypocrisy has won,
The cops with their guns,
One man succumbs,
No air in his lungs.
The tapes are rewound,
Oscar is bound,
Still the gunfire resounds,
Causing riots through towns.
In Northern California,
To this day I’ll warn ya,
Bay Area torment,
Lover and daughter’s lament,
The mother is crying,
While her son lay dying,
The policeman, he’s lying,
His barrel lead blindly,
Now Her son’s in a grave,
He chose to be brave,
He chose not to hate,
And So we all pray,
That there will come a day,
When we all walk safe,
That Love goes both ways,
He leaves peace in his wake,
That Black blends to white,
Whether day or the night,
An AMERICAN right,
For which we all fight
Like I had said before,
And I will say it once more,
I had a realization,
Thanks to Fruitvale station
(2014)
