(and yet another rap)
Sweet little Timothy
Was shot the other day
It took four big policemen
Just to blow a child away.
They went bang bang
bang bang bang bang
and then a bang
bang bang bang bang
Did you count eleven?
Eleven bang bang bang
Did you feel eleven?
As they rang bang bang
Timothy was driving a truck
And he was feeling cool
But this Mother Rapper
Wondered why this child
Was not in school
He had a gun
He had a pit bull too
He has a truck
And, man,
He was feeling cool
Where were his parents?
What led to his troubled life?
What grownups caused the issues
To create his life of strife?
I think he met his maker
As the bullets pierced his skin
And cursed himself and others
For the trouble he was in
He surely shouted Jesus
I won’t do this anymore
And shouted for his Mother
Just before he hit that floor
We need to share this burden
Shoulder some of this blame
It wasn’t just the bullets
That ended in this shame
Don’t you share my sorrow
In this tragedy that we’ve read?
And if it’s ‘good for the children’
Then why is Timothy dead?
Listen to my message
The Mother Rapper’s plea
If you want to make a difference
Say “It has to start with me”
And that’s no bum rap….you dig?
-- J.Yohe |
