Funreals and Court Dates

If Black lives matter why did that nigga kill my brother on Martin Luther King Drive . I pinched myself as if this was a dream . His body was cold and his skin felt betrayed . The yellow tape and his blood made a traffic light for the people around his body . The Hood is now Grieving Teddy bears and flowers on every corner . My mind is packed with vengeance and car is packed with aggression and Ammunition everyone fingers are trigger Happy . I wonder if I drive by and do a drive -by would it make me happy ? Is revenge worth risking my freedom ? My heart is telling me no but my Glock is saying do it for your brother . In my mind I can hear my mother "please Lord put your loving arms around my Son". Windows slide down,Guns get pulled out , Bullets Flying out . We hear sirens so we riding out . But come to find out it was the wrong house . Now I'm spazzing out cause a mother and her 4 month year old baby girl is dead now .