dial 9-1-1 singing the dispatcher this:
“I just called to say it’s a Black man” (from Akron…)
“I just called to say it’s a Black man” (from Brunswick…)
“I just called to say it’s a Black man” (from Cleveland…)
Tell the cops, “He’s got a broken brake light…Treat it like a traffic stop!”
“I just called to say it’s a Black man” (from Ferguson…)
“I just called to say it’s a Black man” (from Minneapolis–Saint Paul…)
“I just called to say it’s a Black man” (from New Orleans…)
Tell the cops, “ He’s got wrong color tags…Treat it like a traffic stop!”
“I just called to say it’s a Black man” (from Chicago…)
“I just called to say it’s a Black man” (from L.A….)
“I just called to say it’s a Black man” (from NYC…)
Tell the cops, “Air freshener’s on his mirror…Treat it like a traffic stop!”
Just tell ‘em it’s a Black Man: He’s got his hands up! Loose cigarettes!
Skittles! No house! No medical care! A toy gun! A wallet! They’ll drop
Donuts—spit coffee out—quit Facebook, Telegraph, Twitter, Snapchat
confederate cancel culture! Pause ‘white’ supremacist venomous copaganda!
Respond swiftly with Superhero speed! No huddling in the hallway like lions
About to approach The Wizard!
Tell ‘em it’s a Black Man—and their fears will be forgotten—fast!
How quickly rules of engagement will be remembered: Anti-Black
Racism prevails—All jurisdictions—And in nano seconds:
Cortisol’s in command! Adrenaline’s calling the shots! Esprit De Corps’s
passing ammo, instead of the buck! They’ll roar like hungry lions battling
for shares of overkill shots…
Just tell ‘em it’s a Black Man—they’ll make quick work of it—World Record
Speed! They’ll be scribbling fiction; And figuring out vacation destinations…
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