They think I’m so stupid, put my daughter in danger.
They think I’m so stupid, announce my crime before I do it.
But they so stupid, thought Castile [cast steel]
was my request instead of my name.
Five steel bullets casted in my chest
The last two missed my daughter but hit her innocence.
It’s still bedded in the backseat of a car
that would have one day been hers
inhaling my blood off the driver side cushion.
My lover still called my killer ‘sir’ after watching him kill me.
He said I got the nostrils of a crook
I’m the wide nose Negro in heaven
New body made of broken taillights
begging God to boil this country in my daughter’s tears.
Who Am I?