catch 22

they catch ya if ya
shooting the shit
or shooting pain in your wrist
they even catch ya if ya shoot and ya miss
but if ya shoot and ya hit
someone black like a pac or a chris
they’ll all sit
while the hands on the clock all twist
they catch actors
for tax evasion and hip hoppers with guns
cuties with ganja
look they even caught martha
insane
they’ll catch ya in the white house getting brain
from head doctors
but they still can’t catch the tower droppers
it’s dumb
to think amerikkka’s dumb
they run the country through fetch
throwing diseases that we all gone catch
these are my theories
they’re not far fetched
they’re far Left, far from Right but not wrong
they want us black not strong
they’d rather catch us in a crack house blown
or spinning chrome in a lac
long as it means another lien on our home
i bleed in my poems
the blood of generations in litigation
state cases
then off to overcrowded state places
what do ya do
silence ensures ya will lose
speak out
they medgar evars ya
you’ll die with no clues
that there’s a catch 22
i’m on the run in an emmit smith jersey
try and catch 22