Black Police Matter

As I travel through my hometown Chicago's neighborhoods There's a comfy, down-home feeling; these places are good One of the things that makes them this way is their ethnic character and pride, that make them that way When roaming through Greektown, through familiar haunts I spot Greek groceries, bakeries, five-star restaurants Then on a walking tour of old Chinatown The Chinese language fills the air, all around In West Rogers Park, where religious Jews reside Signs in Hebrew, Kosher markets, doors open And of course, in Pilsen and Little Village, tortillas, tamales enchiladas, frajitos -- everything's Mexican, by golly Yet as I cruise the streets of Chicago's South and West Sides All the police cars I see have only white folks inside Is it really too much, I wonder, as I come to a stop to ask that black avenues be patrolled by black cops