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No Face: A Poem for Stephon Clark

No Face: A Poem for Stephon Clark

If we didn’t have a face would the police still kill                                                                            This been going on for years, to them shit ain’t nothin but a thrill
Police shot a man 20 times “mistaking” a phone for a gun
Even when we so called free we still gotta be on the run
They let off cause he was black
White man get let off in court sayin “oh he just sold a lil crack.”
Tell me that ain’t wrong
I’m still alive but tell me for how long?
Who’s next? Me, you, or a nigga in my crew
Fuck the reparations now, that shit way overdue
Stephon Clark was one of many
While I’ve been cuffed and detained, cop proceeds to tell me they’re friendly
I said straight to his face I don’t like em, they the enemy
Police ending black lives, don’t tell me that that’s meant to be
If we didn’t have a face, I wonder how we would see
Would we still have our minds? Would that be everything we need?

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