Splat Splatter
Your red light betters consider you a black bug
on the windshield of life
That freedom flight of fancy smushed condition,
it don’t spotted glass much matter
Just another ghetto pest
that didn’t pass the police car
collision course tute test
Listen to the blue siren chatter,
dead air channel static
Broken wing green dreams start to fade to black,
as the fluttering pulse on the shield
ebbs exhalation erratic
Jitterbug sound of splat splatter
Fear of an accidental roadkill encounter
Smitten by the yield heated grill ... open hands up in the air
or spread wide on the hot hood,
it don’t too much yellow tape matter
Ghetto exodus poverty flees
causes frosty mad dash, suburban chase paranoia
SWAT the criminal skin pigmented flies,
kill the epidermal honeybees
Wipe those dark bloodstains from the windbreaker riot vest
Get a brass shield, black beetle swish commendation, I guess
Law abiding fight against societal crushed condition ...
protest a little too loudly, it don’t asphalt smear much matter
Smack dab into the heated grill ... street interrogation
Accidental crossroad kill ... fatal intersection situation
Just another ghetto tick pest
that didn’t pass the patrol vehicle
racial profile oppression test
Hear the fading siren, morgue dispatched chatter:
Black bugaboo chained melody
always gon freely get the blue metal splat splatter
*tute is an old Germanic word meaning "look out."
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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