4 AM/Susie Carmichael

Gotta be at work at 4 and I ain’t even trying to go I pray to God that she got my soul to keep How you avoid jail? Damnit I don't f*ck with 12 What’s the time? I’m just trying to go to sleep See I’m outside where it’s shady. A pack of M&M’s in my hand Cause I could get killed with a pack of Skittles and a can Of Arizona. It’s really pretty simple, man We should’ve made an example and killed Zimmerman So, what’s the meaning of living? I’m lost and I’m asking it In desperate need of a bed, I know ima crash in it No Kanye. Registered late, but a Grad with it Mo...town with a doll. She loaded with cash in it I pass dimes off. Steve Nash with it Make sho ya ambiance is nicer enough and you bask in it No, dark in my car, I just ride with the flask in it Health is wealth homie, so know that I’m masking it I’m nervous leaving home like a nigga who deal white My people living heavy while others is real light Its crazy being Black and something don’t feel right Look in my rear mirror and know that I’m fearing life Gotta look back at the road cause I feel that I’m veering right God don’t let this cracker pull me over tonight I’m from The Rock nigga. Get the Glock, nigga Let it pop for an op. Let him drop Cause I’m checking the lease of my Black life. What the price is? If I see a cop, it’s irrelevant what my rights is If they bust, we bust back. Self-defense homie Keep the 9 in the glove. Just never miss homie I’d much rather rap about money and fucking these hoes But doors be getting bust through by the law and shit I can be whatever I wanna be Just don’t let a pussy pig be planted in front of me This whole time I‘m dreaming. Don’t wake me, I’m not, sure of the meaning I feel a slight tug on my shirt I look down, it’s a small Black girl. Told me she was 6 Front tooth missing. Tied her, hair with a ribbon Pulled another out the sky. I wondered how she was different The way she made it disappear, so my attention, she had it Magic. The Black Girl kind. This Black girl, kind She said, “Sir I have a problem, so my house, can we find?” I’m running out of time. I asked, “Why?” Some grown ups. They after me. A group of white men with a badge And they smell bad. They just let my dad go He at home with my mom. I hope my home, they don’t bomb My name Susie. So Susie and I ducking behind cars Wishing I had my toolie or my lil uzi For busting the pigs who be trafficking Black girls I wanna gift a semi-automatic to Black girls These are my thoughts, while I’m watching these two white men With a badge and they smell bad running after Susie and I Susie said she sees her house a half a block up the the road I pick her up and get to running...running. They closer I sit her down and tell her to take off I break off. A pig after me, the other running after her I grab em both and pull em into my chest That’s when I woke up, never knowing the rest I hope she made tho