It's funny how things seem the same
The sunshine, the trees decaying into autumn colors
People still go to work
My rent is still due
My anger is a gift

Somehow, I thought it would be different There'd be panic
There are no people in the streets, yet
Premeditated ****** is due to be legislated
They'll **** your mother
They'll **** you next

I still dream even though the Dream has died
I have the same amount of money in the bank
Though maybe not so much soon

A felon, a ******, a con man, a fool
A dictator, a fascist, a criminal, a tool
I don’t know what happens next
But I’m less an MLK
And more
A Malcolm X