One. Two. Three. Four...Walter Scott

I am a person of colour 

My race is probably the most hated race in history 

Though we've managed to survive and thrive through hell

Through the good and the bad

We've marched several marches; 

Been broken down multiple times though they've never fully succeed

He was a name of colour

A father of four and someone's fiancé  

Baby, so when I tell you this story; think of no evil 

He wore a green shirt and black tracks 

He ran for his life when he was in danger, yet the 'government' disagreed

One. Two. Three. Four. Five 

That's how many it took to take him down

People...some people have no concern for other's lives 

When will he wake up to realize that we are not superior to you 

We never were and never will be 

I am a person of colour

If you keep killing us, we will not back down

We'll come back stronger, stronger than we were last summer 

R.I.P M.B

R.I.P W.S

Life knows no tragedies

It's those living it that bring the darkness with them

One. Two. Three. Four. Five 

He was a name of colour

Aged 50 with four kids 

He was going to be someone's husband 

His kids are going to be great, in fact, better than great
Know that there is no calm after the storm...not anymore
One. Two. Three. Four. Five 
R.I.P Walter Scott
And once again, we continue the never-ending fight
Not because we want to but because we are forced to
Forced to defend our own because they won't defend us
You know...it used to be that a black person was killed every 24 hours
Now it's one every 8
Life knows no tragedies
It's those living it that bring the darkness with them
I believe that...I have to believe that