The Black Blogger's Mind Went On A Mental Walkabout
My mind went wandering on a walkabout today
Sure wish my thoughts were more about community pay
Or even thoughts related to an upcoming warm May day
But all my mind could conjure up was that black people still being treated as prey
And how the America justice system continues to be lead far astray
Why do so many think it’s cool to betray
They keep putting inequalities high on the US informational airway
They said Jamar’s prints were on that officer’s gun
How is that possible when Jamar was clearly on the run
Yet the D.A. announced that officer had fair use of that deadly handgun
Those lies being weaved and so easily spun
Tell me again why in the hell did those officers fire those guns
While yelling get off of the streets and stop being deadbeats
Black Americans saying cops will now shoot in a heartbeat
Even when the call is back-up and retreat
Otherwise, you will see black male bodies lying dead in the streets
They keep saying justice in America for some would be sweet
But all that we see is young black males being treated like flying skeet
Tell me again why all are those dead bodies lying still on our inner-city streets?
So to my mind wandering on a walkabout today
You say we need to do some more deep pondering
Another fact that revealed so much about these unjust attacks
Is how blacks are involved in a huge graduation gap
You see while other racial groups are climbing
Graduation for urban blacks is in America is constantly declining
We got to understand that we as a people need to keep on grinding
Otherwise, our young black peoples will find justice everlastingly spellbinding
Do you still pay that ill-fated dream broken college loan
Or just simply ignore that government agent’s creditor’s phone
Why call me now all those college dollars are already blown
You see black folks will never reach America’s justice’s throne
They say my college degrees escaped via that military drone
Again, why should I answer that annoying creditor’s phone?
It looks to me as if my career has flowed out to the farthest reaches of the damn ozone
The plans that I have are now truly unknown
So many young black bodies and no money for remembrance headstones
Tell me again, why did that Minneapolis cop want to keep Philando in the kill zone?
Aren’t you tired of seeing momma’s continue to pay for your little black brother's tombstones
I would like all our young black men to afford to buy a tidy urban brownstone
And stop being living prey in cities like Bayonne
Aren’t you tired wishing upon justice’s Wishbone
Knowing we continue to face this lead dropping hailstone
Equality and justice for our brothers can longer be postponed
Also, the killing of black babies can longer be condoned
I don’t care who does it they must all atone
You see killing our black youth will break our community’s backbone
We cannot let our communities constantly groan
Dammit, someone pick-up and answer justice’s cell phone.
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