The cop on the subway is dressing down,
a blue polo
the NYPD’s alternate jersey.
He’s telling his partner about taking his daughter to the zoo.
"Not the Bronx Zoo."
"The Prospect Park Zoo,"
where apparently,”they’ve gotten rid of the bears.”
I’m looking at his gun
the metal looks old, like it’s bumped into a few walls
closing doors, or something.
In Ferguson, Missouri, the cops aren’t talking about their daughters,their weekends
They’re waving M4’s in people’s faces,
shooting tear-gas like it’s 1968 again.
In a lot of ways it is.
G.B. - 8/16/14
miniature mix for the homies, instrumental mix for your (En)Soul