His image is a never ending silhouette of males
 past, present and future victims
 who lost their lives to a blurred system
 the constant struggle and fight seems to be to no avail
 just check our history
 countless names and faces
 it's not a tale or a mystery
 our sons, brothers, cousins and fathers are dying
 leaving our souls crying
 God created each of us for a reason
 and in His word to everything there is a season
 He didn't give His son for hate
 even though he was hated
 it was all in pure love
 and His love is never overrated
 we as a people must unite
 like a hand in a glove
 plant a firm foundation
 and stand for what's right
 they say this country is a melting pot
 so two fingers, each hand I motion quotations
 for the colors, the creeds, ethnicities and races
 that make up this nation
 the truth outweighs any underlying plot
 because the truth is the light 
 and in the light you will see
 that for all the blood shed we must indict
 they is a pronoun and doesn't represent
 our sons, fathers, cousins, or brothers
 so look in the mirror before you judge or resent
 for every drop of blood a tears fall from a mother
 his image is a never ending silhouette of males
 past, present and future victims
 who lost their lives due to a blurred system
 so the fight continues on
 to right every wrong
 no more blood shed
 no more dying in vain
 we need justice instead
 anything less is inhumane.