With teargas in tear ducts we cry Who bear the brunt of bloodlust? Which one of us be next up? For Broadway world broadcast Center stage Theater of the Oppressed For an illustrious death See the procession before the hurst And what’s worse than stricken rememory Slave narratives drudging on To the tune of freedom songs And Black bodies mangled In the foreground We never wished to be legend At best, we see us holy Seated at the right hand of The Father We pray he remember us this long night And all the live long day As we march forward resolute Dancing to the rhythm Of a war machine turned on itself While coals of revolution singe our feet And we keep dancing To the click clack of rubber bullets With unshakable faith in step All in step To the raising and lowering Of the billy club And the removal of knees from our neck In step All in step In defense of moral convictions Where grayscale resumes polarity Cause cops get jailed For ridin wit they niggas too We’re no longer willing To be lulled into normalcy There is sweet unrest in the body politic A frigid chill in the dead of summer Reminiscent of the Red Summer It’s beginning to look a lot like Chicago 1919 in Chicago 2020 On the streets And in the workplace And in the online kindergarten classes Where all the babies want to know When it will be safe to go outside again.
