Poet Don Larkin: Skittles

SKITTLES

In this land of the free and home of the brave

There’s a young black kid dead in his grave

A hoodie and skittles and dark skin at night

How can this cause such incredible fright

What the hell is he doing, yeah what’s he up to 

Be the judge and the jury, it’s all up to you

Walking and talking and heading to Dad’s

Tell me now Georgie, does that sound so bad

What could you see as he walked in your ‘hood

How could you tell he was up to no good

Courage in a holster and no balls in your pants
Judge and the jury and no second chance

Call 911 but do not back down

Be a big man, yeah clean up your town

They always get away, you gotta keep them in their place

So holster your courage then start on the chase

Call him suspicious but never mention a crime

Be the judge and the jury armed with a nine

Georgie the watchman, he’s just keepin’ it real

Like Batman and Robin and the man of steel

The neighbors rest easy when he’s on the job

He’s got their back, and says it’s no prob

Shit doesn’t happen on old Georgie’s watch

He’s the judge and the jury and his nine has a notch