"Please, I can't breathe, officer"

gentlemen
start your engines
Barbies and Kens
guys and dolls
gangster molls
don't ask why
hang'em high
or let'em fry
forelocks
dreadlocks
late night door knocks
blonds and reds
traveling deadheads
cheese in your pocket
the orange man Davy Crockett
boycotting subways
golfing the fairways
long naps short work days
playing rough
(i'm) more than enough
small guy tough
won't take any guff
stuff
from trailer whitey,
ol' God Almighty
running down the road
loosening the load
coming to a cruising stop
hip hop
bumper crop
hey, a dirty cop
the art of the deal
underneath a boot heel
to make a score
someone's wanting more
do the time
petty crime
he's a friend of mine
but now he's dead
like i said
getting my full share
shouldn't be unfair
pristine wedding gown
goose stepping all the way down
semi-permanent frown
rising from the project
having your racist knee on my neck
and now
"Please, I can't breathe, officer"
who's next?
send a text
it won't matter to me
if i'm not free;
who's it gonna be
when all the blacks are dead?