A Gentrification of Rage

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No justice no peace
No Racist Police
F*ck 12
F*ck 12
F*ck 12
F*ck 12

Black blocks are in the streets in black bloc
The streets are filled with a loud voice
Choking with tears and rage
There is cadence to it
Rhythm
All to the tune of
F*ck a system that's got bullets for me
No food or bread just dead end jobs
And a tendency to focus
On who got robbed in today's sob story
Of the cranky ghetto
The streets are filled with a loud voice
Of people who have had enough

From Minneapolis
To me in the capitol this imperial city
We are burning shit down
Done with old head stiffs handing out petitions
Or asking us to call a congressman
Make sure you get out to vote in the naive hope
That our elected officials won't just ignore us
Once in the swivel chair
That they actually mean civil or fair
Was a two way street
If us young mads would just
Meet them halfway
Raise our voices poised and pray every now and again
Then we would have our change
But they must not've begged for change recently
Not have sat on the curb next to the gas pump recently
Have no idea what it's like
To ask plump decent folk
If they have any change to spare
I'll fill you in
They don't
Won't even look at you half the time
Can't seem to find the nickles and dimes
It would take to feed my hunger
Call em bums for asking for a spare cigarette
Or scoff in disgust
As if you actually care about these lungs
And when you can't eat and you can't breathe
Eventually you leave that sidewalk
Start to whisper to yourself in sly toxic ways
That genuinely do make sense
If nobody wants to give me what I need
If every straight way to a life
Is under some greedy f*ck's knees
I guess I'm gonna have to take
I guess I'm gonna have to loot
I guess I'm gonna have to burn
I'm gonna have to shoot
And turn my own rags to riches
These bitches don't get why I'm mad

What do we want?
Justice
When do we want it?
Now
If we don't get it?
Shut it down
Hands up, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot
Hands up, don't shoot

We out here
The black blocks all up at the front in black bloc
Next to some wily white socialist and street doc
They are tear gassing us
Shoulder to shoulder in riot gear
Thinking we fear them fucks
Truth is the script is flipped now
They have to stand there still
Watch to make sure there are no sudden moves
Make the mob angry and you might lose your life
Saw a black man take an officers flashlight
And shine it in his eyes
Start asking questions
What're you doing out here tonight?
Do you have any drugs on you tonight?
Where do you live?
Have you been drinking? Smoking?
License and registration?

The White House in the background
Screams in bunker bitch
In the key of pasty white sorority chick
Southern pride dixieland
Not fried but water baked chicken
Sticky fingers at the high rise windows
Pearl clutching
The white flight is sour on this equality thing
Scouring the kids Tik Tok
And Instagram vids
To understand how they could think this is okay
Don't they know how MLK would feel
Don't they know you have to be peaceful
To be considered people?
What am I supposed to tell my kids
Out here in the suburbs
Now that the corner store man
Has had the nerve to mug me
Never mind how smug me
Told the kids to be disgusted by the kid on the sidewalk
Never mind
The only time the news will see his silhouette
Is in sidewalk chalk

Over the next couple weeks
They will talk themselves into joining us
White bodies in black blocs
Just so happens then the tear gas stops
These new faces aren't those scary Antifa type
No they're the peaceful white
Here to take a few more Snapchats
Than was considered appropriate this same time last week
Here to get a sneak peak at history and as always
Here to take up space.

No justice no peace
Reform the police
What do we want? Justice
When do we want it? Now?
If we don't get it?
Vote them out

Over the next couple weeks
This place is unrecognizable
No more supplies from the hardware store
Blockading windows
The place glows like a carnival
And it was no harm at all
When Mayor Bowser brought out the speakers
Broadcast Dr. King's
I Have Seen the Mountaintop speech
That was the last day anger was allowed in the square
Nobody is allowed to fill the air
With dead black boys names
When Dr. King's voice is playing
Just like that we were changed
From angry to history lesson
Robbed of all the now we were fighting for
And placed in the back then
They invited vendors to sell Black Lives merch
Took the graffiti of St. John's Episcopal church
Painted Black Lives Matter Plaza
On the street in official ink
That way people would think it was the city's idea
Never mind the activists painted it there first
Never mind the city's officers
Are the ones who's bullet's burst this open in the first place
It was funny to come day after day
Slick to watch what they did to this place
Defeated
By the gentrification of rage

Kumbya my Lord
Kumbya

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