Tell momma I was good
I stopped the moment you asked me
Tell momma I was good
I was walking home with a friend
Tell momma I was good
I was polite and raised my hands
Tell momma I was good
I called you “Sir” as I spoke
Tell momma I was good
I saw the panic in your eyes
Tell momma I was good
I fell prostrate at your command
Tell momma I was good
I heard the fear in your voice
I had no weapon except my skin
Tell momma I was good
I had no crack except my creed
Tell momma I was good
I felt your odium as you did the search
Tell momma I was good
I should be free I passed the quest
Tell momma I was good
I saw your smirk and heard your flak
Tell momma I was good
I heard the blast and hearing is done
Tell momma I was good
I felt the stab as you pulled the catch
Tell momma I was good
You spilled my gore and smoked my brains
Tell momma I was good
You changed the story and saved your barge
Tell momma I was good
You planted the pistol and painted the proof
Tell momma I was good
You sold the whopper and courted the press
Tell momma I was good
You are the hero that crushed the zero
Tell momma I was good
The harm is done and I am gone
Tell momma I was good
The hurt she feels will be forever
Tell momma I was good
The questions she has are a million and one
Tell momma I was good
Can I at least ask one last favor
Tell momma I was good
Can you tell my momma that I was good
Tell momma I was good
For you alone are the only witness
Tell momma I was good
You alone and the thirty-seven leads
Tell momma I was good
The deed is done but please do one more
Tell momma I was good
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In response to the daily prompt witness
This was heartwrenching. There have been so many deaths of unarmed black men at the hands of police these last few years. I feel as if the nation has transformed before my eyes. Or perhaps the scales have dropped from my eyes, and this was always the reality.
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The scales of assumptions and misinformation is gradually dropping from our eyes. With technological advancements and greater media exposure and improved communication, we as a people are beginning to see our depravity. All men – black, white and all colors have wickedness in their hearts. If a man is unsaved, untamed and uncensored, there is no telling what atrocities he can commit. The most important thing in the heart of a murderer is not the loss of life, or the nagging of his conscience or the regret that comes afterwards (if any), the most important thing is to conceal the act.
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