Living Life As A Black Man

As A Black Man I Leave HOME PLATE
Then run around this FIELD of Life
Knowing my life can come to a SHORTSTOP
Waiting to get back HOME where it is “Safe”
But, even if I do make it HOME “SAFE”
I’m just waiting in line to RUN again
Hoping once again, to make it HOME
Where it is “SAFE”
This world is a casino with the game of life
And my life is on the table, gambling for it
Like i’m rolling dice
And as a black man I’m already down bad
I’m in this world of black vs. blue
And it Seems like Black boys have to be cops
To avoid being killed by a cop wearing a badge
Breonna Taylor and George Floyd
have already been Struck out:
The color of my skin and being a Man
Are my 2 strikes, 1 more than I’m out
I’m hoping the person with the glove behind me
Is ready to catch my body when it drops
As the person who is throwing the shots
Uses his nine to take me out in 1 shot
Why do I have to keep on swinging?
Is it So that it won’t be ball game
And so I have a slight change Of living
Why must I keep on running?
You hate me so much but yet my life is WANTED
So ask yourself who or what are you really hunting?
As a Black Man why should I
Be afraid to wear the color of my skin
I always thought in my own eyes
My skin protected me from the illness trying to get in
You go home because you got a family to feed,
Sometimes Black Man don’t go home because they can’t afford to take care of the family they breed
Or sometimes they don’t go home because somehow they end up begging on their knees
Pleading for their lives saying, “Mama!! I can’t breathe”
But y’all are not only out for our blood
Y’all are out for necks
Even after George y’all won’t stop
So I guess you’re coming for me next