Aftermath Video (MV)

I'm just in the kitchen chillin'
Makin' my chili, bitchin'
Where the f*cks this kid, starting to think he's gone missin'
It's quarter past eleven
But I'll make the executive decision
To wait until midnight to go searchin'
I'm sure he's fine, he was hanging out with his buddy Ryan
Listenin' to Royce Da 5'9", cause I put him and my daughter on since they was only children
I stay milkin all my problems, ever since I had depression
My mind works in different ways, I can't even listen to my lady
Telling me that I annoy her cause it makes me think she's leaving me
F*ck paranoia
I don't know yeah
I got my own issues within this entire room
I can't even air out the elephant
So f*ck it take some mushrooms and snooze
Got woken up out of a sleep to some phone call
From my son but it was the police on the other end
Sayin to come meet
My son was holding a paint gun right next to Elm street
And the police beat the hell out em
And shot THREE! Times
At an unarmed child
He wasn't even wavin that shit
But just because he is mixed that don't mean they thinkin with Logic
I scream on the phone
You motherf*ckers best not had killed him
I hung up the phone, then I ran to get clothes
I swung open the car door not tellin my family shit
I started choking up as im honkin on the horn stuck in traffic
I ain't ready for this Aftermath
Please don't let me think that this is the aftermath
My son loved his dad, my son you can't be gone
Sorry I did you wrong, sorry I hit that bong
This feels like it only happens
To people like me, family's like mine
Oh shit this is a one in a million
Except it's 2019 and this police brutality
That nobody realizes these cops are whats killin
They call em the ops
Because they are the opposite of what they supposed to be doin
I get to the scene
And all that I see
Is my son layin in the middle of the street
They didn't even have the decency to bring him onto the motherf*ckin sidewalk
And let him have peace
Officer he ain't know it was a paint gun
Bitch bullets don't shoot out lookin all orange and blue
The f*ck wrong with you
That was my only son you motherf*ckin fool
Man I should get rid of you
I would kill for my son
How the f*ck did this happen
Shit, last night we both didn't go out cause we passed out on the couch nappin'
How can I explain this to my wife and his sister
Are you listening mister
When she gonna do when her brother can't kiss her
This was a 15 year old that you just shot in the dome
Took out his phone to call to his home
That he had just passed
Lemme guess deep down you laughed
You said another rugrat off the street
Bitch you a rough draft of police
Killin these innocent lives
And complainin when you get 25
Bitch lemme take your sons life and see how you like it
Motherf*cker you might get extradicted
Back to the hell that you came from
F*ck you and that whole station
For hiring you and them letting this happen
Give me a slap on the wrist and I tap in
My son got forced out of a future
Now all I see on the computers
Is a hashtag with his name next to it
And people sayin this aint what Martin Luther
Was talkin about at all
You motherf*ckers need to rethink what you doin
So other families don't end up losin a loved one
About, police brutality
I ain't ready for this Aftermath
Please don't let me think that this is the aftermath
My son loved his dad, my son you can't be gone
Sorry I did you wrong, sorry I hit that bong
I said I ain't ready for this Aftermath
Please don't let me think that this is the aftermath
My son loved his dad, my son you can't be gone
Sorry I did you wrong, sorry I hit that bong
That made me fall asleep
Instead goin to look
My son I love you...
Look this was all fictional but
Don't let police brutality end up like this
Fix your ways