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Dark In The Park

So dark in the park
Land shark swimming down the line,
So fine
Jump off the ledge, out of time
In Winter, no roses are blooming
There ain’t no prophecy looming
Street mimes and clowns in oil fry
The dollars that fall from the sky,
no lie
Keep it hidden, keep it sly
They’re out to bust you
on the sidewalk where I used to lie
With the sun so high in the sky
Ain’t no surprise when a black life dies
Baking in the sun, it’s gonna draw flies
Better nail that bowling ball
Get away from the men that are Tall
Slide into the hole, fall
Pray for safer days
that if God is really with us
it’ll stop the the chaos
 
It’s so dark in the park
Pigs in a blanket driving through
vast neighborhoods with youths
where what they call crime
is a way of surviving
The poor manipulated whites
created the ghettos for the black man
Incarceration celebration
Liquor and gun stores on all side stations
Disparage their women by taking their men
to prison to fill the halls once again
What a way to put a human down
take away their ability to have children
Lock and key or shoot away
“He moved!” “Do what I say!”
Those things they’ll say
Keep yourself hidden
Lucky your white now, right?
You’re just unintelligent
Not hunted in malevolence and generalized,
all that
 
It’s so dark in the park
They watch you near and far
A match lit in the distance in some car
The Tall men never near but never far
Hit the bar
get lit
talk shit
get hit
chomp the bit
I’ll grab my guit
insert into your head
make it fit
Punks in police outfits
asking for trouble with jest
They got a code 129 in progress
and with one man down,
they empty bullets all around
The blood isn’t new at all
It was already there
waiting on call
So, watch for boys in blue!
Watch for boys in red!
Watch! for the color you rep
could get you shot in the end
and does that make sense, Cop?
Does that make sense Blood?
Do any of the games we play tell the truth
about what we should actually do?
And with only confusion, madness
hopelessness, bleakness
desperation, sadness
heartlessness, violence
brimming at the top of the chalice
Hope is born into light through clear lenses
and in the end,
it ain’t so dark in the park

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