These kids play in the streets like danger’s their home

Playing ‘chicken’ with trucks and sirens

Like another brown boy death is just another brown boy dead

Gunshots a lullaby

Flashing lights the alarm

Streets bleed red and blue

Gang signs a mother’s tongue

Doorstepping cause nobody will open their doors

For us

Unless it’s a cell

Like another arrest just adds to the legacy

Because we are danger itself

Strapped in more ways than one

So we resonate with the streets

Lay our laments in the asphalt

Hold vigils under lampposts

And build burial sites along pavements

In memory of our sons.