He was a young black boy who only saw hope for a better way
When he thinks of the color gray he thinks of a nice, rainy day
It’s just a calm color that makes you feel ok on your darkest days
Gray might seem depressing, but definitely not when he’s resting
The feeling is like the strength he gets with protesting
Fighting for a right he should’ve already had
Red and blue lights flashing, conflicting words being said
Empty hands raised, but still not enough
One shot after the next turns his whole world gray
He wishes this could all just end a different way than death
Seeing as another victim takes their last breath
A pause in time like an out-of-body moment
Still wishing for justice to be served
