Fire and Fury

Fire and Fury is what I feel in my bones, in my insides When I hear that you finally let people out of their cages to fight the fires you caused willingly on the hard-working mamas and daddy's and parents and workers and laborers of genuineness out West. Stop and Frisk is what I see when I walk down the streets of Chicago and see the blue and white cars darting down 63rd street in search of another body to snatch, another dream to defer. Violence from many sides is what I hear out of your mouth and ass and beady eyes and small mouth every time you succumb us to your streams of unconsciousness. It's really bad, more than you know because you don't care to know. You don't feel the empathy, you don't feel the pain because you don't live it. Category 5 with storms rising in my blood to know that you don't know, you don't have to know or care to know the fear or the pain of folks facing $10 gas prices or $1000 plane tickets just to stay alive. Or the thought you may lose your home, your child, your life. Make America Great...for once. We will. It would be a dream(er) come true.