Now I lay me down to rest 
My home boys gone from two to the chest
If I shall die before I wake
That's one less pain I have to face
For all my sins I shall repent
That's two more brothers that have been sent
To jail to spend there golden years
Behind bars flow 
So many tears
If knowledge is the key
Then show me the lock
To free all my brothers
From their cell blocks
If all those years of slavery wasn't enough
Trapped and enslaved now you really have it 
rough
Chains but no whips 
Fields with no cotton
Just bars and walls
And the smell of rotten
Food for thought
Something to think about
Next time you go and pull your gun out