Joy vibes is gas enough for joy rides
Gas loud enough to let silent brown boys hide
Grow wings and fly,
Slide
Past the cops
Escorting bullets to inner city blocks
White kids witnessing their black friends getting disassembled like Lego blocks
Mothers and baby mamas and grandmamas out here praying
Trying to keep calm
Cause the devil be dropping bombs
But I got a sister that got a pocketbook full of psalms
Palms
Lifted like Sabrina Fulton rebuking bullets in Vietnam
Come to the jungle, you may stumble upon
Poets carrying pens like batons
Marching
Black fist up to, "We shall Overcome"
But never disarm
Spill so much truth from our pens-on lies
Spark
The darkness
The shadow of chalk outlines catch on fire
Salvation is our birthmark
So we gotta confront the devils while sitting in the front seat, call our destiny Rosa Parks inspired
Our feet are tired
But when much is given, even more is required
This is for
Brown women, tired
Spines ought to be deemed monuments
Not demolition projects
This is for
Black men broken
Hating their fathers for leaving but has the tendency to love more doors close than open
For the friends of the black folks that are stuck
And for the white men sneaking into God's house
And leaving 9 dead worshippers as gifts, no chimney needed
Dylann Roof
Their are some saints I know on my part of town
That will take you down to the temple
Baptize the privilege out of you
And bury the proof
And so just as I said, we aren't going to let dogs or water hoses turn us around. We aren't going to let
any injunction turn us around. We are going on…
