What yr seeing on the streets ain't about one tragedy / Nor a few bad apples among our police/ It's the breaking point after centuries of denying Black Americans their dignity/ If you happen to be white, accept you're immune to systems of oppression built to protect you... I hate to be that guy spouting Voltaire quotes/ But, fuck, it feels like we're nearing the end of our rope, so... The sovereign's called a tyrant who knows no laws but his caprice... And if that doesn't ring a bell, note that POTUS deployed troops to suppress us protesting police after another unarmed black man died yelling "I can't breathe." By justice a king brings stability/ But one who makes extractions will ruin it/ And here's another proverb just so we're sure/ A ruler lacking empathy's an oppressor. Spending lives like poker chips, passing fatal lies as party rhetoric, talk about fake news... where's the proof they're keeping us safe and not just keeping us in our place, we're still slaves to our next paycheck while no one is above the law but our cops and our president, whom we've had to watch debase our founding documents, this isn't freedom, this isn't democracy, this isn't any sentient creator's idea of what life on earth should be / Christ was brown before we painted him white, 60 years passed and still MLK's right, the forces we trusted to serve and protect are taking their loads off on our very necks. Tardy, yeah, but not too late to make a stand for human dignity... No more silence no more fuel to feed the machines of our cruel history /The sovereign's called a tyrant who knows no laws but his caprice... No is until we all are free / It's about fucking time we reclaim the police.

Let's take a measure To think about land Whose is it Where we stand Take a measure To know nothing's right Wasn't nothing before That boat of white Came crashing All proud infestation Diseased By a long standing tradition Of Oppression smuggling its history in clothes blanket, food, pale god, Towering deception Deserving of honor and grace and so much pain unpaid... Some holy book in hand, traded false figures / left stolen, hillock tirade, ... all godly, all fatherly, and white, man. Some holy book in hand, traded false figures / left stolen, hillock tirade, ... all godly, all fatherly, and white, man...