i am a lover of concrete
by Keith Antar Mason
dedicated to joel m. talbert



i am a lover of concrete collecting dust on my swollen face doing the number one dance we all know the number one song it makes someone else a star on the billboard charts or whatever but you drive by this dance yeah you slow down and watch the lights cast a long shadow mine black or brown

it is hard music that i dance to it can break bones and bust heads and you forget the dance steps sippin a beer a drink jus chillin' but the club is favored the paid gang keeps you safe operation nightstick working doing its job in a trance you watch the video nightly over and over can't you hear me screaming i ain't go bump no mo with no big fat cop

i am jacketed tagged dangerous sentenced in english only courts this is my land my spilled blood makes it so i am a lover of concrete and dirt face down stripped taken to oz by an unleashed badge carrying tornado slow speed chasing me they stand over the ramparts of the battleground ready to dance against the children of the jaguar and the panther

they hunt us with a penchant a license to kill and can't you hear me screaming burn baby burn we don't need no water let the mother fucker burn liberty-town LA cincinnati the havoc has come and i love to dance at club riot at the Insurrection at REVOLUTION

i am a smooth criminal i like to sweat now come closer i will survive i tell you bloody teeth cuffed you whimper someone left the cake out and this night already warmed by lingering Santa Ana's who died trying to free texas and new mexico

o Kalifornia ain't no party 1 8 7 is what i want to tattoo on your chest and no one slows down instead they rush to ralphs and vons an' alpha beta to get milk and bread and water and diapers and we remember our favorite song no justice no peace

they turn off the power the lights the conversation and send troops black and brown to the barrios to the ghettoes and like the arab boys we throw stones it is right to sing our favorite song as we dance the night away

and the border keeps shifting who fought in the battle for seattle i am a lover of concrete dirt earth i keep hearing the hip-hop rumblings for justice i am a lover of concrete on the way to club REVOLUTION

and i can tell by the way you walk you want to dance with me to change your clothes and to sing the words dig if you will the graves of those murdered boys running men away from the cops shot in the back not resisting tasered choke-held casualties in an un-named war


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