Everybody Dies.
Music & Lyrics by Khemmeta.

Lyrics:

they laid him face down in a puddle of his daughter's blood
snatched out her neck by a bullet from a copper's gun
the kinda rage that's only stifled by a daughte'rs love
the kinda day that wasn't scheduled for the martyrdom

she's innocent, but did you really need to hear that too?
what would make it fair game? if the girl had had a back tattoo
or daddy had a hoodie, would it matter if they're black or blue
if moms was doing acid, crack, or sober, would that matter too?

PEACEMAKER, live from the beast maker
pride city, USA, right where they breed haters
teenagers catch it daily in the hood, we get desensitized
i guess that's prolly why outsiders fail to sympathize

i guess that's also why meserle got a sentence like
he robbed a fucking corner store, it's not as if he ended life
i mean, for real, it's not like oscar's skin was white
the suburbs watched the shot from home but didn't comprehend the sight

public execution on the fly, another kid loses a life
another pig has crossed the line, but no big deal in sight
retroactive lynch mobs whitewash fascists' little crimes
maybe if Emmitt Till were teal you might just feel his plight

maybe on April 22nd when you see a 9 year old
playing alone you might resist the urge to dial that 9
11 number and have the dispatcher say you abused the line
maybe when they tell you not to follow him, you do comply

but we all know, how it really went
black kid, hooded sweatshirt, must've been a miscreant
look at him defend his right to live, like Neli Latson?!
wasn't s'posed to fight back like that, you had to blast him

Zimmerman and John Sanford standing their ground
safety was still on the skittles, one suspicious kid down, wow
they thought his cloth was easier for the blame
that's why Geraldo rocks his own hypocrisy in the rain

everybody hurts, everybody cries
not everyone truly lives, but everybody dies
and we don't know the hour or day, or the route or the way
or the how or the fate, no way to counter it

everybody loves, everybody tries
everybody slips, but everyone doesn't fly
and when gravity's attacking who's the winner of the battle?
status quo puts you beneath the earth under the gravel

everybody bleeds, everybody lies
everyone doesn't work, everyone doesn't thrive
and the sweat and good behavior get rewarded in the inverse
no good deed will ever go unpunished, and that shit hurts

everybody hurts, everybody cries
not everyone truly lives, but everybody dies and I'M
black bloc'n on the city of rap
laughing at pussy muthafuckas feeling pity for glass.