Aftermath

I’m just in the kitchen chillin’ Makin’ my chili, bitchin’ Where the fucks this kid, starting to think he’s gone missin’ It’s quarter past eleven But I’ll make the executive decision To wait until midnight to go searchin’ I’m sure he’s fine, he was hanging out with his buddy Ryan Listenin’ to Royce Da 5’9”, cause I put him and my daughter on since they was only children I stay milkin all my problems, ever since I had depression My mind works in different ways, I can’t even listen to my lady Telling me that I annoy her cause it makes me think she’s leaving me F*ck paranoia I don’t know yeah I got my own issues within this entire room I can’t even air out the elephant So f*ck it take some mushrooms and snooze Got woken up out of a sleep to some phone call From my son but it was the police on the other end Sayin to come meet My son was holding a paint gun right next to Elm street And the police beat the hell out em And shot THREE! Times At an unarmed child He wasn’t even wavin that shit But just because he is mixed that don’t mean they thinkin with Logic I scream on the phone You motherfuckers best not had killed him I hung up the phone, then I ran to get clothes I swung open the car door not tellin my family shit I started choking up as im honkin on the horn stuck in traffic I ain’t ready for this Aftermath Please don’t let me think that this is the aftermath My son loved his dad, my son you can’t be gone Sorry I did you wrong, sorry I hit that bong This feels like it only happens To people like me, family’s like mine Oh shit this is a one in a million Except it’s 2019 and this police brutality That nobody realizes these cops are whats killin They call em the ops Because they are the opposite of what they supposed to be doin I get to the scene And all that I see Is my son layin in the middle of the street They didn’t even have the decency to bring him onto the motherfuckin sidewalk And let him have peace Officer he ain’t know it was a paint gun Bitch bullets don’t shoot out lookin all orange and blue The f*ck wrong with you That was my only son you motherfuckin fool Man I should get rid of you I would kill for my son How the f*ck did this happen Shit, last night we both didn’t go out cause we passed out on the couch nappin’ How can I explain this to my wife and his sister Are you listening mister When she gonna do when her brother can’t kiss her This was a 15 year old that you just shot in the dome Took out his phone to call to his home That he had just passed Lemme guess deep down you laughed You said another rugrat off the street Bitch you a rough draft of police Killin these innocent lives And complainin when you get 25 Bitch lemme take your sons life and see how you like it Motherfucker you might get extradicted Back to the hell that you came from F*ck you and that whole station For hiring you and them letting this happen Give me a slap on the wrist and I tap in My son got forced out of a future Now all I see on the computers Is a hashtag with his name next to it And people sayin this aint what Martin Luther Was talkin about at all You motherfuckers need to rethink what you doin So other families don’t end up losin a loved one About, police brutality I ain’t ready for this Aftermath Please don’t let me think that this is the aftermath My son loved his dad, my son you can’t be gone Sorry I did you wrong, sorry I hit that bong I said I ain’t ready for this Aftermath Please don’t let me think that this is the aftermath My son loved his dad, my son you can’t be gone Sorry I did you wrong, sorry I hit that bong That made me fall asleep Instead goin to look My son I love you... Look this was all fictional but Don't let police brutality end up like this Fix your ways