Suns

I’m afraid for my Suns
It’s open season

I’m afraid
It’s open season
My Suns

Our neighborhoods have
Become burial grounds

They used to lynch us
No longer worthy of their trees
They shoot us dead now
Blood runs for its life
In broad daylight

We live here (eugenics)
We die here (eugenics)
We lie here (eugenics)
We cry here (eugenics)

Afraid to say a word
Neighbors witness
Our black bodies
Rotting on the pavement
No longer worthy of sacred tombs

Mothers’ wombs emptied by
Municipalities
Who blame the victims
Look what you made me do to you

We the people
Fight to be equal as
They hunt us down
To subdue the fear
That boils within them

I’m afraid for my Suns
It’s open season

I’m afraid
It’s open season
My Suns