Natty Barjon - Post Mortem Lyrics

Post Mortem in the distance post-mortem reeks in the air
The mother's eyes at a distance stare
The mans melanated arm bent at 90 degrees you can see the other boys
Stuck at "freeze"

Get on the ground go on your knees don't look at me boy don't even breathe
I'm here to seize all of your rights, I'll be damned if you tried to fight
Legs bent to 70 degrees torso deflated nostrils flared and butt in the air

Why didn't you listen to me boy I told you to get on the ground
And you did as I told you with your hands up and you did
As I told you to be quiet and you did I called you boy and you called me sir

So I just had to shoot you; I see no issue of that
And the Mother said
I'm sick of this combat
I'm sick of this war that's white and black
Why are we constantly under attack
Not even given the tools to fight back
That's the knowledge that you lack
You're so blind you don't recognize your attacking me cause I'm BLACK
Yeah Black
Black