Yo...
Check the feed.
It’s 2026 and the skyline looks like a fever dream,
Blue lights bouncing off the ice,
Slicing through the Minneapolis gray.
They call it a “surge,”
Like it’s just the tide coming in,
But tides don’t carry zip-ties and glocks.
Tides don’t leave a mother named Renee
Bleeding out in the slush of a Tuesday afternoon.
My family? They’re at the table.
They’re talking about "law and order" over *** roast,
While I’m watching the Roosevelt kids
Spill out of the doors like a broken dam.
The news says “officer-involved,”
But the streets say “execution.”
The Mayor is filing lawsuits,
The Governor is calling for peace,
But how do you find peace in a city
Where the air tastes like pepper spray and fear?
They’re putting up fences at the Whipple Building.
Concrete blocks to hold back a storm of grief.
The agents are masked up,
Looking like soldiers in a war we never voted for.
They say they’re hunting “threats,”
But I just see my bus driver.
I just see the guy who sells the good elote.
I see a city being peeled like an orange,
One neighbor at a time.
My parents, they say "if you follow the rules..."
But Renee followed the rules of the road
And now she’s a ghost in the headlines.
Today, the walkout wasn't just a protest,
It was a heartbeat.
Thump-thump.
We’re still here.
Thump-thump.
You can’t deport the soul of a city.
The snow in Minnesota is supposed to be white,
Pure, quiet, untouched.
But tonight?
The snow is glowing red.
And it ain’t from the sunset.
It’s the lights.
It’s the blood.
It’s the fire we’re holding in our lungs
Until we can finally
Breathe.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 8:40 PM UTC
Yo...
Check the feed.
It’s 2026 and the skyline looks like a fever dream,
Blue lights bouncing off the ice,
Slicing through the Minneapolis gray.
They call it a “surge,”
Like it’s just the tide coming in,
But tides don’t carry zip-ties and glocks.
Tides don’t leave a mother named Renee
Bleeding out in the slush of a Tuesday afternoon.
My family? They’re at the table.
They’re talking about "law and order" over *** roast,
While I’m watching the Roosevelt kids
Spill out of the doors like a broken dam.
The news says “officer-involved,”
But the streets say “execution.”
The Mayor is filing lawsuits,
The Governor is calling for peace,
But how do you find peace in a city
Where the air tastes like pepper spray and fear?
They’re putting up fences at the Whipple Building.
Concrete blocks to hold back a storm of grief.
The agents are masked up,
Looking like soldiers in a war we never voted for.
They say they’re hunting “threats,”
But I just see my bus driver.
I just see the guy who sells the good elote.
I see a city being peeled like an orange,
One neighbor at a time.
My parents, they say "if you follow the rules..."
But Renee followed the rules of the road
And now she’s a ghost in the headlines.
Today, the walkout wasn't just a protest,
It was a heartbeat.
Thump-thump.
We’re still here.
Thump-thump.
You can’t deport the soul of a city.
The snow in Minnesota is supposed to be white,
Pure, quiet, untouched.
But tonight?
The snow is glowing red.
And it ain’t from the sunset.
It’s the lights.
It’s the blood.
It’s the fire we’re holding in our lungs
Until we can finally
Breathe.
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