Minnesota Blues: A Riot

Minnesota nice was a myth,

we stock bombs, got arms along with the rest,

shelter pawn killer cops who'll ponder arrest,

sentences lesser when under duress,

that lunatic in blue, gets a crush and then he says,

"this ticket's for you, miss, for that 'fine'-ass dress,

won't ask for your phone cuz I'll find your address,

I'll look it up, so hook me up, if only as a friend," look,

troll soldier's toll, parkin' bold on the sidewalk,

argument is old, it rolls with seein' eye dogs,

armor cars clickin' jaws tonight near the skywalk,

law shippin' bars like the lockup was a dry dock,

by god, this entire town's on fire,

housekeepers freakin' out 'bout the wrong virus,

loudspeakers drown out the eight minute silence,

sound sleepers wakin', mouth around the dick of tyrants,

 

 

 

support Hong Kong? 'course ya do,

in your back yard now, who's confused 'bout the bad guys?

kids with plastic or pigs givin' glass eyes?

handpickin' innocents, kick 'em into van sides,

fantasize a little more, want some more Warcraft?

"real fuckin' war's been crafted for that poor ass"

backhanded tactics, candid theatrics,

lettin' looters loot, usin' news as a tactic,

"so what?", that's it, suck that little titty,

what's happened in this city's bein' backed in a committee

that'll grab at power, lynch these witty little literates,

lab an ad, shift their meaning, feed on your indifference,

and filter it and nurture it, turn on one another,

confederates are back, but they're mackin' undercover,

they're killing blacks, fact, and it matters that they're colored

or else it's just stats and another "massive number",