Black Man Dead (In Memory of George Floyd and all the Human Beings dead by ignorance and fear)

Man on man arrested but not yet quite dead Pleading for life, I would like to breath, once more For me, for my mother, for my life Is this my death sentenced, I did not see this coming I called for help, my voice not heard To frighten, uncertain, fear denies me my life

Black man dead in the arms of guardians Hmm, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa Hmm, Whoa, Whoa Black man dead in the face of many Black man dead in a single moment Black man dead in comparison to what could be done differently Hmm, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa Hmm, Whoa, Whoa

I draw compassion to such contrast Differences, disconnection, dissimilarity, unlikeness Unlikeliness of me seeing tomorrow I’m another black man dead, today and tomorrow I’m every man, woman and child, dead, today, and tomorrow Despite my crime, despite my wrong doings, despite all things

Being unknown, being unseen, that’s on all of us Being black, an unusual death sentence, yet popular, too familiar Did you hear me calling for help Where were you, what did you do Where was I in all of this My pleas muffled by ignorance and fear

Black man dead in the arm of guardians Hmm, Whoa, Whoa, Hmm, Bystanders terrified, they too couldn’t breath I was lost in the crowd, in the screams to let me breath In the screams so loud could not be heard

Black man dead Hmm, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa Hmm, Whoa, Whoa Black man dead, the more I die, the more you die But I choose to let the love in now, my soul lives on in love For the love me, my memory, despite what you remember of me