Primary Colors

Paint your target on my back and

Take your shot.

Tighten the noose, tighten the noose

Until even my children's children can't breathe.

Blue veins black guns

Even blacker corpses,

Rotting in the blackest streets

Familiarizing the black noses of black boys

With the smell of death.

Rust red bricks through unforgiving windshields

Like a thank you for the fear

For the misery

For the hatred

That pools inside hearts

Turning men into inkwells

And Baltimore into a Pollock piece.

Fifty cent skittles in worthless hands

He just wanted to see the rainbow

Brown boy, black hoodie,

Blood red, white and blue on the pavement

Fifty cent skittles in worthless hands

He just wanted to taste the rainbow

On the back of the tongue

Where the bitterest tastebuds reside.

You've always been the one who read the maps

Gave the directions.

Back of the bus

Bottom rung of the ladder

Pull to the side

Hands up (don't shoot!)

So marionette man make us dance for you,

Pull the strings

And when you're finished pull the trigger.