My hands raised to the heavens
The devil at my back
Sounds of hatred pierce my soul
Just because I'm Black
No weapon in my hand
No anger in my heart
Yet I'm judge a threat
From the very start.
No buildings I've breached
to the youth we teach
That love conquers hate
Yet that is still up for debate.
The Constitution has been a knee to our neck
We all saw the response at the Capitol what the heck.
The Terrorists carried guns and wore red hats
But only one shot was fired at that
Hate filled the Greatest house in the nation
Sedition was the cause of that aggravation
Here I stand with my Hands in the Air
Still hatred pierces my soul because
They just don't care.
-- Written and composed by Stephen Adams Cochran
Stephen Adams Cochran lives in Evanston’s 5th ward. He’s a deacon at Springfield Missionary Baptist Church, Evanston.
“I’m a man of God, currently studying for My BA in Divinity and theological studies,” he says.
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