soundclip: "Int: Ok Ronny, today I'll be giving you a psychiatric evaluation to determine if you're competent to enter into the police academy. So lets start with your background, where are you from? R: Born and raised right here actually. I: Oh local boy ok. And Ronny do you have any history of depression or psychosis or anything like that? R: Uhh yeah but nothing worth mentioning. Just a little bipolar disorder not a big deal. I: Oh, well are you taking any prescription medications? I am pleased to announce that I am currently off all prescription medications. I: Congratulations, why did the doctors take you off? R: They didn't. I: How are you feeling? R: Great actually. I: Why do you wanna become a police officer? R: Well that's the big question now isn't it? I have a dream most nights. Starts on a playground there's kids swinging, laughing, dogs barking, butterflies flapping their wings. And then you hear a rumbling. And over the horizon comes a black cloud. It's made of cancer and pus. It starts sweeping over the playground and everyone starts screaming and clawing their eyes and pulling their hair and saying Help! What do we do?" They're not changing, they're not listening, they're not budging where they are is where they wanna stay. Gotta exhaust each and every last cent. Justify the budget and contain the poverty. It's ignorant diligence, an uprising's immanent. There's not one word that they heard us say. There's a dead decree of some false consent. There's a rot in the BPD. There's a rot in the BPD soundclip: R: You know what happens next? Out steps me, holding the biggest fucking shotgun you've ever seen in your life and you know what I do? I blow every fucking thing away. Who is that's up now? Harrison is the next one to fail One in an endless line of pathetic fall guys with the same districts to whip and assail Good cop opens up their mouth A conscious might lose their head Dead rat on the desk left in the night to suggest you're dead by the culture they bred So turn Harlem Park into a prison Bottleneck and break up every march Dox peaceful demonstrators with facial recognition then play dumb to the fires you spark The counties look down and yell "Shell it out!" Put the money to a reaction Silence as loud as the white people proud to demand violent action X2 Now we're fighting tooth and nail for status quo The state is blue, the script is known No conviction has been shown, who's buying the show? We know who you are through and through Words committed but untrue And all you propose? Imprison the youth There's a hero at Mondawmin forced to take a stand Thirteen years old with a rock in her hand soundclip: "R: I'm getting Gods work done. When it's all over and the dust is settled the whole world gathers below me. They say thank you Ronny, thank you for helping. For being a great man and doing this for us and you know what I say? You don't need to thank me I'm just a guy with a gun. I'm just a cop."

Fairness died my birth year Rush in on the doctrine dead in ‘87 He was there in my childhood in my head in the basement. A segregated privileged shelter pulsing with champions of the overdog singin helter skelter Drunk on myths of meritocratic supremacy Committed to guns, god and security A numbing solace found In the maintenance of fantasies The flag is our God Our boys our saviors Christ Our might and money sacraments our divine place and right You’d take it all away from me You’d hand it all out If my freedom’s on your back I guess yours is in the ground Terrified indignant Swallowing regret Filling up the void in me with whatever I can get Take all that’s ugly and hidden on a shelf Normal I’m so normal that I fuckin hate myself Merry holy Christmas, nurturing a rage I’m failing up and filling in my soul with lonely pain Erect / Engaged (x4) Tomorrow I will go out I’m gonna buy a gun Place the barrel in my mouth and let it slide along my tongue I know that I am freed by a life of joyless toil Heritage is truth it’s in the blood it’s in the soil Master race of enterprise commodify all struggle sell a savage on a civil war develop on the rubble Erect / Engaged (x4) I’m a time bomb baby born and raised right ready in the boom in the red afterglow Private education full suburbanization I wanted to be happy so I bought into the show I was treated like shit and force-fed an identity what privilege do you think I know? Hard work and rough times got me my prosperity to no legacy is my debt owed There was access and property, resources and stability, wealth in my vicinity, freedom of mobility, capitol politically, considered financially, safety and security, justice undoubtedly All hail the majority Skin the color of normalcy Work truly did set me free My success my proof of my supremacy I understand the overlords I hope to call them We I’m unconcerned the game is rigged if it is rigged for me Sorry I didn’t tell you about the truth of all our wounds So raw and so fresh, so recent so soon I was misled to feel nothing so deeply as we are right and true and uniquely free Then I saw the cracks and thought we might be sinking and now I know we can’t afford accountability Saw the cities burn and some heroes extinguished Some laws got signed and it was done To tell you the truth I wasn’t paying attention and as far as I’m concerned the day was won I don’t know why you speak of vast far-reaching crimes when you’ve gotten all you wanted all that I can provide Sorry that you took it so literally All that liberty, justice and democracy Can’t admit the whole thing is flawed or I risk breaking down that dam Of a lifetimes emotion sunk down as deep as oceans held together by the myths I am Been pushed around and manipulated far enough and now I’m telling you where I stand My ground, my hill of blood and oil My wrath My pride My land! Tired of pretending and I’m fetishizing vengeance and there’s no end that I won’t be the one to bring Haven’t seen the founding crumbling or found my hubris humbling I can’t hear you as the anthem is moving me to sing so Please just let me fade away A greased and happy cog in the comfort of my construct, my shelter Lost champion of the overdog, singin helter skelter

We know the end is near We manufactured it Manipulating fear is lucrative and legit Dominion over all The land, the sky, the sea Blessings to the fall Manifest my destiny Couldn’t happen here We wrote our history Industries of suffering are thriving while you’re crying out to practice civility It’s Gaza at home They’re locking down the streets You see genocide and murder We see job security Wars come home Unite or die alone The unknown becomes known Set to tearing down all thrones Who really put that gun in your hands? What do they really want and where, where do they really stand? Just profit Over people Power By the profits Capital so crushing The only option left is to stop it I’m in an arms race with all my neighbors I’m starting to fit within some grand design The world outside of me is only strangers I fear the rot in me is not benign I’ve hardly slept or been awake Since stepping out in the unknown The memories that haunt me are of this time and place The humanity at stake is my own The weak have been chosen for submission to the heat The end is coming swift and right on time Status reigns supreme every time I do not speak Silence the preference of a privileged mind Violence is the language of the state They’re begging for you to talk to them In their tongue you speak your fate It’s movements In numbers there is strength No peace or justice found without the stressing of machines To be awake Is to demand the fall of all regimes The people demand the fall of all regimes