Well I know it's time, for B. L. M.
Killing of black folk happens too often
There is no trust in the policing
Try to get away if you can, it could cost you everything

I know we've come a long way
We're changing day to day
But tell me, where can black children play?

Well some roll on roads and go driving past
For their gang’s glory, pumping gunshot blasts
And you take them down, 'cause you think your tough
But then they’re just dead and gone, the bangers can’t kill enough

Oh, I know we've come a long way
We're changing day to day
But tell me, where can black children play?

Well you’re high on crack, bullets fill the air
Will you keep on pushing drugs
‘Til all are hooked everywhere?
Will you make us sick; will you make us cry?
Will you ever let us live, or will you just make us die?

I know we've come a long way
We're changing day to day
But tell me, where can black children play?