Written by C Hues
August 18, 2022
“Freeze”—that’s a word that you’ll never hear When the hunters are armed with lead, followed by fear It’s hands down a bad time to be good But when I put my hands up, all they see is the hood The cops never said freeze to the rapists of Recy If I was passing for white, would corrupt cops even see me? I wonder if I see the light—maybe it finally frees me But death in the dark—it may only freeze me.