As I am walking down the road, I see mandem that could be my Cuz, bruv or fam.
Hairs stand up on my neck, they turn and stare, my ego says “I ain’t scared of no man”
Slightly intimidated by the numbers, fear rises, “is this attack on sight”.
Eye contact is made, aggressive body language is shown “Oi, Oi, Oi” they shout… F*ck, I have to hide my fright.
Unsure if they have a weapon, panic I just want to get away,
A circle forms around me, “Come around the corner” they say.
“What ends you from fam?” The threats commence, if they don’t like the area they are told.
“Do you F*ck with this person? or do you F*ck with them?” Now my blood is running cold.
Random names are given and if you know them, then it’s on.
Immediate war, a knife is drawn… is this my final song.
A blade in the stomach, one in the arm, another in my back, it’s getting dark.
Just think, I only left my house today to meet my girl at my local Park.
I see the sky as they run away, my blood seeps into the ground.
Lying here, I cry a tear, alone just hoping to be found.
I think of my mum, how sad will she be, I can see her broken cry.
As I lay in the dirt, saying goodbye, please I don’t want to die.
I think of all the people that encourage us to put down the knife.
Now it holds a meaning as I lay here struggling to keep my life
When were on the side, holding the knife; we see jakes in uniform, man will gesture, point, nudge or a push.
Yo my man, quick drop the knife, throw that boarer into the bush.
Not everyone stopped is guilty, When I am stopped its deemed I am.
A uniform of Inappropriate conduct and aggression, stops and grabs my hand
It’s cos, stop and search is sometimes carried out in a way that it strips our pride.
Cos I am stopped with the presence of an unconscious bias standing by my side.
An initiative sent to help me, leaves my hands tied in a knot.
The real purpose of the stop and search, these police seem to have forgot.
Some of us want more police presence for Law and order on the street.
Man’s carry just to survive and keep trouble from our feet.
Crippled by fear, we lose control, when will you see life through our eyes?
Not everyone is a criminal, some just want to survive
We are looking to leaders and olders to take our hand, in support to put down the knives.
Raise us villages, provide us with solutions, believe it or not I want a life.
Police, we need your presence, fairly representing on the streets.
Stop with the profiling, show us respect, cos right now this division is peak.
I am not just a black boy, a criminal or thug.
I am a scared child waiting for fair justice to hug.
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