Wide open eyes, lungs fill with air, the sky as clear as crystal.
Trying not to make a sound, reaching for his father's pistol.
Slowly rolling tires, his finger on the trigger,
If he gets shot tonight, he'll be just another ni%#er.
The car rolls by, a false alarm, alone without a friend.
The gun replaced, he shuts his eyes, to be awoken once again.

By Kevin