I dare you to love me
just the way I am.
And I surrender to the charge that we were always guilty.
Guilty of our innocence.
But never the same since our self interest turned us against
our neighbors
for no greater reason than our ignorance.
Manipulated by the power hungry hoarders of exploitation.
The machine of fear.
The disparities between
the careless and those who care.
You dip your hands in this rich earth and you pay your tithes to the industry.
And we adhere to your ministry.
Yet by a different name we are the corporal matter and fact
of our existence.
And it's plain to see we determine the course of this industry.
Habits are choices made repeatedly.
I dare you
to see it differently.
I dare you to love me
just the way I am.
And I surrender to the fact that we were
always guilty. Guilty of our innocence.
But never the same since our self interest turned us against our neighbors
for no greater reason than our ignorance.
A transactional culture. Everything at a price. What a price.
Listening to this a few years on, Chapter 319 feels almost melancholic, a reminder of the time where police abolition had nearly mainstream appeal. The tracks still make me furious at the bullshit cops continue to get away with. dninemfive