We shout past each other
And yell, “Relativity!”, until I’m the one that’s right
So, never mind. You do you. And I’ll do me.
And people are dying in between.
When it’s white folks, the flags fly at half-mast
Black bodies in the streets mean it’s just another day
Yeah, I went there
But lalala! Nobody’s listening
And that’s not all
We all like those nice, trendy justices
Those inefficient, messiah-complex, disempowering, feel-good justices
Yet we hate the discomfort of truly changing the way we think and live
Feed a homeless brother and think we got our monthly good deed “did”
Lalala! Instead, we’re spreading that chronic, infectious deafness, deadness
This merciless leprosy, sacrilegious apathy. Nobody’s listening!
Crying condemnation because we have no other recourse
That doesn’t demand humility and self-sacrifice
God help us, if we actually bring ourselves to pray
And we put ourselves all up and through it, screaming our entitlement
And blame
Lalala! Nobody’s listening
I don’t love you and I won’t let you love me. Smile!
The echo chamber’s filling with the tears of the slain,
Which still cannot drown out our screams because
We know our rights
So we slap a label on everyone and everything,
Even on the act of labeling
BAD
BAAAAAAAA-D!
Mob. MOO, cows! Bull (you know it)
Sheep, lemmings, swarms of moths at a campfire, or whatever you want to call it
Still the bodies drop in the desert, in our streets, churches, and schools
Life is vacuumed, scraped out of the sac it didn’t ask to know as home
And we all shrivel up inside
Yeah, we know our rights and we’ll make everyone know them
Lalala! Nobody’s listening
God, help us all.