Don’t

Lyrics

Don't want to think about Sandra Bland And how bad apples get off with a slap on the hand I just turned older than she'll ever be If I was next how long would you protest for me? For me, for me, for me For me Don't want to think about having kids Cause how the fuck would I even explain it to them I see a tiny me but with good hair Locks bloody on the street oh god I'm scared So scared, so scared, I'm so scared So scared La da da da da da da La da da da da da da La da da da da da da Don't want to think about Elijah McClain Or how my little brother shares the same face and name Don't want to think about the pit in my chest Worried it could be him, not me, that's next Don't want to think about it But I have to think about it Don't want to think