You watched this man shoot my daddy eleven times
You watched his blood drip so quick,
Staining the only thing he left me
How did it feel?
Watching the blood of the man
You thought was a criminal
A no-good black man in the dark
You wanted to see my blood fall too, didn’t you?
Using a useless revolver against a supernatural power you could never understand
You willed to see my blood fall too
The story changed for you, for me
I got to see your blood fall, dripping and staining
Your poor, bewildered face
How does it feel?
Did my daddy look like that? All scared and defenseless,
Holding nothing but a guitar? Fingers fearfully gripping the strings,
Hoping they’d protect him one way or another?
Did you even notice his face? Did you?
You noticed his blood, though. And now I see yours