Code Blue
I get a severe case of ghetto epilepsy
when it goes skin dark at night
Get a bad reaction ... very violently,
to any rearview flashing lights
Hear the loud siren behind,
see the shiny badges moving towards me
Fear gets cuffed to my mind —
Being black at night ain’t the color to be
Always ready to recite the blue uniform mantra
from the “Black Survivor Guide” handbook
Smiley face attitude, too often just ain’t enough ...
Racial profile consider this a suspicious look
Flashlight come tapping on the window,
it’s time for a minstrel rehearsal
Give an automatic lip involuntary flow,
just be calm ~ no mood reversal
Keep the eyes down,
keep the voice low
Raise the hands high ...
do it very, very slow
Speak to the officers respectfully,
say: Sirs, did I do something that was wrong?
If so, I didn’t know ... believe me
Hope their trigger finger ain’t an itchy bone
If sweaty hands get fidgety on the gun
don’t give ‘em any nervous firing notions
Still in doubt about the final outcome ...
politely repeat those same exact motions
Keep your eyes down,
keep your voice low
Raise your hands high ...
do it very, very slow
Suddenmovements will get you shot
by the brave, “Serve and protect”
Resist pleas will buy you a burial plot,
from a coroner’s morgue inquest
I hope you don’t suffer from a bad case
of ghetto epilepsy, my night time skin affliction
Or have a dark mood like my black face
If so, then you can expect a code blue condition
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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