So as a cop, you don’t even have to engage the tween with the TOY gun in the department store. No criminal record, no threat to you, himself, or anyone in the store, but he never even got a ‘drop your weapon.’
Just pull up, and bang.
When we’re innocent, cops plant evidence. Alabama ‘police’ did it for 10 years. Where’s the outrage from #ALLLIVESMATTER?
Make up your mind:
Don’t want us ‘thuggin,’ but won’t hire us.
Don’t want us on welfare, but don’t want us educated.
Don’t want us holding political office, but it’s okay if it’s a ball or a microphone we sing and rap into, as long as we’re not decrying supremacist / oligarchal bullshit disguised as ‘policy.’
Then redline the districts to remove black representatives, and put them in districts where prisoners can’t vote.
Then talk about ‘reverse discrimination’ when it used to be called ‘hiring on merit’ before.
Worried about terrorism? Guess it takes one to know one.
Time to segregate, on our own terms, for our own reasons, to rebuild ourselves, our youth, and our communities. Stop celebrating Kwanzaa for a week when we’re not living out the principles 24/7/365.
We weren’t brought over here to live, but to work, and as long as we’re not turning a profit for anyone else, we can ‘go back to Africa.’
But let’s get back to Black Wall Street instead. Let’s build schools where our youth will excel and begin to invade the halls of power: science, law (and its enforcement), finance, technology, and trade, in the same numbers we seek to invade the NFL and NBA.
We’ll be talking about a different country then; help is not coming from the outside, and for damn sure reparations are not coming for slavery. You’re paid less for the work you actually do, as opposed to the work you didn’t, where no one was paid at all.
Stop rapping about money and hoes and guns and drugs, and pull your pants up so you can stand up and man up. You do know by now that showing your ass means anyone can screw you, and screw you over?
If you ‘love your hood,’ stop poisoning its people with drugs imported from countries that don’t like you either, and shooting your brothers, and impregnating your sisters with babies you can’t take care of from behind bars. You leave them vulnerable, like Tamir was vulnerable.
Stop riding around in expensive cars through neighborhoods that look no better than bombed out Syria, talking about ‘I got mine’ before the cops add it to the Criminal Forfeiture fund to pay for their bodycams, which they’ll turn off the next time they aim for your heart.
Poverty is a mindset; it just manifests as an economic factor.
Wake up. Strap up (your mind first, your home second).
The revolution has started, and it’s not only televised, it’s being broadcast all over the world.
Resolve in your spirit, now, to answer this question:
How long are you willing to remain a target?
Beyond Panic 