RISE

I get it… No like I REALLY get it.

The world has gone crazier then Em’s brain when he’s mad.

I get the fear, I get the sad-ness monster 

Come to swallow up 

These hollowed out husk of every-body in the street

I will not accept defeat 

But the more the days pass 

the more I am starting to feel like dead meat

And with that thought I scream:

“May the dead meet their Maker and may She be Black!!!”

So that all of these sexist racist bigots can get off of their backs 

And off of their necks; 

I pray to that same Goddess that the cops are next.

I know I am spewing the same hate that I loathe 

But man to see all these assholes dead 

I would clothe myself in the dead of night 

For the dead tonight; thank them for their sacrifices, for their lives

So that I can hear them breathe again, “Rise”.