Ghost Of Kalief Browder
(专辑: Party & Pain - 2017)
"Oh, on that night I
had came from a
party on 3rd Avenue with some friends and I
was going home. And that's when I
was stopped by police officers, and they was explaining to me that there was a
guy in one of their police cars that was saying that I
allegedly robbed him, and they had searched me and the
guy actually... at first he said I
robbed him, I
didn't have anything on me. And that's when..." "You say nothing, you mean no weapon, and none of his property?" "No weapon, no money, anything he said that I
allegedly robbed him for" They told me freeze, I
can't run far So now I'm stuck, handcuffed inside the
cop car Told me I'm wanted in connection with a
robbery The
witness said he wasn't sure but it was probably me Told 'em I'm innocent, I
swear it really wasn't me The
cop laughed and just kept on fingerprinting me Asked me my age and I
told him barely sixteen Read me my rights, didn't know what them shits mean Inside a
room, the
lady asking me like where I
was? Taking pictures of my tats, was I
crip or blood? I
repeat I
wasn't there, I
was in my home Are y'all finished? are y'all done? now can I
go home? They put me back inside a
cell with that pissy smell Where niggas laying on the
bench and on the
floor as well Blew a
pin, cheese sandwiches, I
wasn't smiling At my arraignment judge told 'em take me to the
Island He set bail, what the
hell, I
can't post that My mama poor, all this over a
backpack? The
folk building where they took me I
heard stories 'bout Where adolescents chew rocks and spit razors out Just a
boy but they forcing me to be a
man And my [?] in the
day room got me throwing hands They tryna jump me but I'm fighting back with all my might Dirty CO's just watching, let 'em beat me twice, this can't be life Got me thinking I
should take my own At nights I
cried, fantasizing that they send me home I
miss my family, these days turning into months Ride to that courthouse on this filthy bus I
want my trial but the
DA said they still ain't ready And since I
fight back they put me in solitary Twenty-three locked down, ain't no commissary Write letters, stand strong, mama don't you worry I
feel trapped, got me living where the
mice at I
feel darkness in this cage, where the
lights at? Counting the
bricks on the
wall, think I
lost my mind I
can't take it, lately contemplating suicide I
can't believe I
been here and three years past All charges dropped, finally being free at last My whole family is happy that I'm finally back But what they took from me I
am never getting back Look how they stole my childhood and they beat me soft Coming home slightly different than I
was before It was horror, all the
memories at night haunt me Waking up screaming, thinking that the
CO's on me I'm hearing voices now, I'm paranoid, who do I
trust? Tryna find my way, getting harder to adjust I
can't take it, please somebody get this pressure off me Man I'm feeling like God ain't throw a
blessing towards me I
feel the
love but the
demons in my head is louder The
court-appointed lawyer that they gave me did me fouler I'm depressed, sorry mom, I
couldn't make you prouder I
give up, take my own life, Kalief Browder "The judge told me that if I
plead guilty, I
would be released from jail that same day, but I
didn't do it! You're not gonna make me say I
did something just so I
can go home" When we first met him November of last year, he was doing better, he said. Earned his GED, started classes at Bronx Community College, pulling a
3.56 GPA. But the
psychological trauma from jail had taken its toll "When he first came home, he would just walk the
four corners of the
driveways" "You hear animals do, that have been confined to a
space" "Yes, he did it. And I
had to watch my baby go through all of that" In the
last year, Kalief grew depressed, deeply paranoid "You know deep down, I'm a
mess. I
feel like I'm a
grown old man" And then, two Saturdays ago, two years after his release from jail, Kalief Browder hanged himself with an air conditioner cord in his home in the
Bronx. He was 22