‘I don’t wanna, talk about it

How you broke my heart…

If I stay here just a little bit longer

If I stay here won’t you listen

To my heart, Oh my heart’

It was hard to talk about it

Hard to think about it

Sometimes I would just sit there just be quiet

I tried it in silence

I’d listen to voices in my head

Sayin this hurt will all be over

But instead I just felt it all over

This pain cut deeper into my veins

And I stopped myself because I know you’re not supposed to say his name in vain

But Goddamn

Why did it have to be him

Why did I have to see my son’s body fly past me like it was the wind

A buckle, that’s all it took

I wasn’t speeding but I took a look in the backseat

He was standing up

I said ”Baby sit down and buckle up before we get hit”

I said ”Baby sit down and buckle up before we get hit”

I said ”Baby sit down and buckle up before”

We got hit

My car was like a teenager’s broken heart crushed by those

Who they thought they could trust

Who they thought they could love

Who they thought would keep them safe

But that’s not what I did

Maybe if I would’ve just pulled over before we got on the road to make sure you were buckled in

Maybe if I would’ve put your seat on the other side so that the impact wouldn’t have hurt you as much

Maybe if I would’ve just left you at home

You didn’t have to come, but mommy just loves spending time with her baby


I don’t wanna, talk about

How you broke my heart…

If you stay here just a little bit longer

If you stay here I will listen

To your heart, Oh your heart


Watch what you say an R rated poem

Who the muck are you?

Disrespectful ass kids

Oblivious to when you going through

Real stuff

People love to question

Yo worth testing you.

Judge me like you put in work.

I wrote a song about myself wanting

To die these clowns laughed cause when

I rapped it brought a tear to my eye.

Try to one up me while hiding behind

A stolen line, but I put too much focus

In when I combine a dumb rhyme

With a illigitimate punch line. I watched

My closest friend cry cause her man

Hit her in tha Lisa— I mean the Left

Eye. My soul boils over until its hotter

Than Chili. Blood on her T-Bos she

Begging me for TLC nutrino bombs.


Hands Up, Don’t Shoot

I’m not the one.


How many more of us have to die before you realize

This thing that’s going on is a freaking genocide?

It's like we hangin from trees with a rope pulled around our necks,

But instead we layin in peace with a bullet capped in ours heads.

One by one taking us off by your gun.

I can’t help but think...

What if that was me

Or my brother, or my sister, or my friend?

This is sick—are we even coming to an END?

It’s like they sittin there waitin for another one of us to die, Oh my!

Google got recommended searches when I look a name up—

Wait up, name me a white man you can say the same for.

Not Dylann Roof, shot up a whole church and got arrested.

Not James Holmes, filled a theatre with bullets and got arrested.

Not Jared Loughner, he smiled in his mugshots like he was happy for what he did.

6 killed, 13 injured but he’s imprisoned at a medical center, B.S.

How can a white man kill and not be killed (I mean arrested)?

How can black man be killed (not arrested)?

Oh yeah, I forgot, when it comes to us there’s a double standard.

Agree with me or not, I’m stating facts not slander.

You see, I’m speaking truth, not just to you,

To the world around me, looking down on me

Like an alimony.

And what they don’t expect

Is what I won’t accept.

I will not accept my life being lost at the hands of a gun no matter who’s behind it/

If my hands are up, you better not shoot,

Especially if I’m unarmed, being black is not a clue.

Hands Up, Don’t Shoot.

I’m not the one.


Cause if you do…

I’ll take my last breath for Eric Garner.

And I’ll breathe for Sandra Bland.

Drink some tea for Trayvon Martin.

I’ll stand straight up for Freddie Gray.

Fight with Korryn Gaines.

And bleed for Alton Sterling.

I’d take several bullets, but here’s a few...

If you’re a black boy or girl listening to this poem, I’d take one for you.

Imma take a bullet for...

  • Aiyana Jones

  • Akai Gurley

  • Amadou Diallo

  • Dontre Hamilton

  • Ezell Ford

  • Jamar Clark

  • John Crawford III

  • Jonathan Ferrell

  • Laquan Mcdonald

  • Michael Brown

  • Oscar Grant

  • Philando Castile

  • Ramarley Graham

  • Rekia Boyd

  • Sean Bell

  • Tamir Rice

  • Terence Crutcher

  • Walter Scott

This list goes on and on, but I pray it stops

So that our black people can live on, cops.


cover art by TI' ANYANA