50 – Bullet Wedding

In America, it is difficult to be black

You always have to stay on track

Where are all the Black men, at

Incarcerated, must of them, Jack

Well, I made it most of the way

Hey, I got a good job, with good pay

So, I am getting married, on this day

This wedding ceremony worked out, you know, okay

Now, its time to celebrate, this way

Just friends and family to congregate, up in this place

Man, this wedding reception is great

Yeah, it is dark outside and it is getting late

I need to step outside to meditate

I got something special for my baby girl

Then, I grabbed my keys and my coat

Casually, I jet to my car

Well, I did not get very far

I heard gunshots ring through the air

So, I got nervous, with great despair

Sure, you feel the tempers flair

I see the man, packing the heat

You feel the anger in these streets

The words began to shout, no doubt

Boy, put your hands up, behind your head, before we roll out

We have no problem here, Mr. Man

I just want to get some stuff out my car

The policeman said no, then pointed their assault weapons, at my head

Now, freeze, step down, and put that body on the ground

Then, I reached down for my car keys, in my left pocket

Homey, those bullets blasted out, like jet rockets

Suddenly, they burst a few rounds up inside of me

I receive multiple bullets through my head, legs and back

They decided not to incarcerate me, but invited me to this 50 bullet wedding, just because I am Black

Yes, I am all that