"beginnings carved in an iron haze"
I. Prison Blues and Familiar FacesBuzzed in and buzzed out,Cameras tracking shadow withGlass eye and red blinking lightOne last fuck-up, one lapse in judgmentTo send black ass backUnder boot of man.No luck, no attempt,Just shuffling feet.Trading orange jumpers for denim...
Black girl, brown girl, white girl… A tattoo of rain on the window pane A military drum, fitting in its way You wouldn’t recognize me, Oakland Brass buttons and polished boots The eyes of a soldier Cold and hard...
The lullaby of 24th street haunted my steps. A far off siren heralding yet another robbery gone bad. Laughter fueled by too much liquor and swearing fed by frustration. Voices raised in anger, seething with barely contained violence. The sound...
