White Sheets

White Sheets

White sheets

White sheets
Walk city streets

White sheets
Walk city streets
With guns
“Run, Nigger Run!!”

Blue sheets
Walk city streets
With badges and guns
“Run, Nigger Run!!”
White supremacy is what they be pressing

Blue sheets
Walk city streets
With badges and guns
“Run, Nigger Run!!”
White supremacy is what they be pressing
America is still regressing

Blue sheets
Blue sheets
Cowards patrol city streets
With badges and guns
“Run, Nigger Run!!”
White supremacy is what they be pressing
America is still regressing
Obsessing with oppression
Confessions of hypocrisy
Racism and poverty
Hate and illiteracy
Prison and slavery
Lies of democracy
Uncle Sam and stolen land
Go together like a glove and a hand
You can’t acquit
When it fits like a white noose
Around a black neck
Like black cargo piled into a slave ship
Like black slaves being beat by night sticks
You can’t acquit when the crimes are sick
Like cocaine that will have you flying
Those cops sho’ be lying
We thought she was reaching for her gun
We thought he was going to shoot us with his back
We didn’t know she was having a seizure
We thought his wallet was a gat
Is that a fact?

Is that a fact or another lie?
When you make a mistake do you always shoot 41 times?
Do you apologize for your crimes?
Do you admit you were out of line?
There is a thin line between life and death
You may still be breathing
But your soul has cashed its final check

Check

Check

Check your mind and your mental
Check your mind and your mental
Are all of these assassinations coincidental?
A coincidental accident
An accidental coincidence
An unintentional incident
An incidental accident
A coincidental incident
A media misprint
A Freudian slip
A 50 finger trigger happy trick
31 shots fired
Even had time to reload the clip

We just wanted to slow the subject down
That’s why we kept pumping his body with lead even as his head was bouncing off the concrete ground

That’s why we shot him in the back
Even after he was cuffed and pinned with his face in the ground

How’s that story sound?

Blue sheets
Blue sheets with badges
Modern day assassins
Walk city streets with guns
Run, Nigger Run!!
White supremacy is what they be pressing
America is still regressing
Obsessing with oppression
Confessions of hypocrisy
Racism and poverty
Hate and illiteracy
Prison and slavery
Lies of democracy
Uncle Sam and stolen land
Go together like a glove and a hand
You can’t acquit
When it fits
Like a white noose around a black neck
Like black cargo piled into a slave ship
Like black slaves being beat with night sticks
How can you acquit when the crimes are sick
Like cocaine that will have you flying
Those cops sho’ be lying
..and for their sins
Young brothers and sisters are dying
..and the world is left with traumatized mothers crying

Thanks to the LAPD
Thanks to the Oakland PD
Thanks to the Sacramento PD
Thanks to the Bakersfield PD
Thanks to the BART PD
Thanks to the NYPD
Thank you to judges in the NYC
Thanks to due process and opportunity
Thanks to politics and hypocrisy
Thanks to justice and democracy
Thanks to stereotyping and flawed policy
Thanks to the schools for their accurate teaching of history
Thanks to prop 21 for helping me to see
Kids belong in jails and penitentiaries
You sure have made me feel safe
In the land of the free
Land of milk and honey
Land of opportunity
Everyone has the right to vote
All inclusive democracy
Doing what’s best for the people
Trickle down Reaganomic policy
We’re all treated equal
In this Utopian Merit Based society
All I got is from hard work
No advantage has been given to me
Get on with our lives
No side effects from slavery
Every one guaranteed due process
No signs of hypocrisy
The right to bear arms
We can handle the responsibility
We all get along in America
Because we’re just one big happy family

Ain’t that right?
Right?
Right?
You have the right
You have the right
You have the right to remain silent
Anything you say can and will be used against you
If you live long enough to make it to a court of law

Blue sheets
With badges
Modern day assassins

Freeze!!
Turn around with your hands in the air
So we can just start blasting

White sheets
Blue sheets with badges and guns
Run, Nigger Run!!!

About Sean King

Husband, Father, Writer, Philosopher, Humanitarian

Posted on October 26, 2011, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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