Say his name: Daunte Wright.
Now let’s pause. This rampant killing and incarceration of black men in Minnesota must stop. The civil unrest is only a grieving response that at times take the form of destruction to release the scars of systemic racism that is very deeply rooted in Minnesota. But there’s this persistent strong denial of its existence by those in position to create change, because you refused to hear our cries and screams. Well, I have something to say.
And my city is sad and my city is sad those with the badge add to the death toll. Now that’s just mad. I said to my city, it’s sad. Those with a badge add to the death toll. Now that’s just mad. They policing the poor so they don’t get ahead.
You have to serve and protect. There’s no good for the dead. Streets turned memorials and tears over hot lead, but it’s more than tragedy from concrete rosebeds. Here, [inaudible] took flight, city wept everyday light, brutal as a bulls fight, senseless beasts ignite.
I said that my city is sad, those with the badge add to the death toll. Now that’s just mad. I said that my city is sad. Those with badge and to the death toll. Now that’s just mad.
There’s no answer for the youth that bled or even the fathers in courts that pled. [inaudible] jail got us living on edge. There’s no justice, no peace, there only pain instead.
And my city is sad. Those with the badge add to the death toll. Now that’s just mad.
So how did murder become art? Because we all Duante Wright, George Floyd, Eric Garner, Brianna Taylor, Laquan Franklin, Ahmaud Arbery, Alton Sterling, Trayvon Martin, Jamar Clark, Philando Castile, Sandra Bland, Tamir Rice, and Mike Brown, like [inaudible] faces on the murals found. I can’t breathe, screaming in nightmares, hands up, don’t shoot! Another future is gone. Who’s holding the goal when justice goes wrong?
I said that my city is sad. Those with the badge add to the death toll. Now that’s just mad.
Get a taste for my city, life off a bit on sweet, statue by a spoon with a cherry that no one can ever eat. Fresh cherry red torn off of spoon at a dorm, death on t-shirts warm, leaving love wants to mourn. Can we live and breathe? Let our babies teethe. Can we live and breathe? Let our babies teethe.
I said that my city is sad. Those with the badge add to the death toll. Now that’s just mad.
These commentaries are recorded by Prison Radio.
