A Gentrification of Rage
Jaych
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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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