He Shot Me

I tell this story like a Rasta of a sister shot by coppers

Outside her home, they at the door nobody cared to knock it

Dreamin' wit' her honey, it was shockin', it's so surprisin'

Midnight the door rockin', battle ram, nobody talkin'

"Who is it?", her honey barkin', "Who breakin' in our apartment?"

Silence, as the man of the home, you know he had to cock it

He let one ring out as a warnin', and then shot him

Thirty-two times, she dyin', like Bob Marley, he cryin' out

"I shot the sheriff

But I did not shoot the deputy"

He shot me

Nobody cares when

These black bodies piled up in the street

They shot me

Bullets burn, they holocaust us

Ashes to our daughters

Pray our sons have granddaughters and live to be grandfathers

Dedicated to Assata

Broke our fourth chakra

In the memory of the Rastas who forewarned us for Breonna

We still dealin' with the trauma

Prayin' for the mommas

Civil suits, they give us loot but ain't no healin' in the commas

They lie and they lie and they lie on us

We the only ones that truly really cry for us

Time and time again, we gotta fight for us

The sheriff and the deputies, they got they rifles up

As Sean Bell lay bleedin', never got married for reason

Fifty shots, he was murdered by the cops singin'

"I shot the sheriff

But I did not shoot the deputy"

He shot me

Nobody cares when

These black bodies piled up in the street

They shot me

I shot the sheriff

But I did not shoot the deputy

He shot me

Nobody cares when

These black bodies piled up in the street

They shot me