D O T S a D a N C I N

NEON NEGATIVITY Take for instance this morning when I awoke next to my brother stuck and stifled in the hood That ain’t no f*****g good For good gains its power because bad is serving Satan and good is bowing to your god S**t…my god’s been on the nod since winkin killed blinkin Or I shot Lincoln No, Marley shot the sheriff And I know he didn’t kill the deputy Because that was me Funny thing though, ain’t no saviors to be found in the hood And that ain’t no f*****g good I see the projects which project profound poverty as a plague And the visceral veins of a body eclectic which can be very vague Opaque one might say Or even two can say opaque And both be on the take Bribed to be brutal and bribed to be blind That’s the men who stick a badge upon their chest Because in the hood the color blue stands for authentic authority figures Until a young mind finally figures out that blue is the problem Spilling red from tomorrow’s possibilities And then there are the ones who simply want to check out of this place So they get surrounded by cops with laser weapons aimed precisely and well Oh what the hell? Red dots dancing all upon his chest “Don’t move” screams blue “now boy, drop” But he makes a move for an invisible weapon And that’s what we here in the hood call suicide by cop Yep, waking up in the hood don’t do nobody no god damned good © 2011 Phreepoetree ~free cee!~