Rights Are My Religion

If you must make me go to war over my morals, be ready, be ready, for I will unleash the wrath of all my inner quarrels.
Be ready, be ready, I do not do well in forced silence
Be ready, be ready, I will not be beaten and choked again into compliance.
Burn down my soap box, stand by, give alibi, defend the bad cops.
Good cops I see you, but you gotta control your own- oh, wrong narrative though.
It's as much about the good and bad as it is about the race; it's intertwined, I'm horrified, it's gentrified and glorified.
This isn't blind panic, it's  systematic and borderline manic.