KALIEF BROWDER

Vincent “V” Pierce

Locked up for a crime he didn’t commit. 

I didn’t do it so home I will be as soon as I can explain. 

Never been in jail so bait he was to inmates and C.O.’s. 

Mama didn’t have the bail money so in jail he stayed. 

Court date after court date, no one trying to hear he didn’t do it. 

Now he sits in his cell starting to build up rage.

Everybody around him sees he’s weak. 

No gang protection so prey he became. 

Fight after fight, he’s coming to look like the problem. 

So gang assault after gang assault by the men in blue. 

Not the Crips.

I’m talking bout the men in blue that’s supposed to be there to protect you

But instead they beat you and throw you in solitary confinement.

Days turn into months, months turn into years, 

Sitting in a cell no one to talk to, 

You start to build a mental rage in a 6 x 8 cell, twenty-three hours a day, 

You have thoughts about taking your own life until you really try it. 

C.O.’s rush in, cut you down and beat you for trying to take your own life.

The day finally comes after three years of being in the closest thing to hell

For a backpack that you didn’t take. 

The charges are dropped. 

Now, you’re in the real world thinking what do I do, 

Not used to everyone moving so freely, 

Not used to society. 

You can’t take it. 

So you go back to what you’re used to,

Lock yourself in the house cuz that’s the only thing that seems right

And a thought comes to your head, 

There is no one here to stop me, so you take your own life. 

I am Kalief Browder because I really experienced that life, 

So until I die it’s Rest in peace Kalief Browder.