By Taylor Drake
The band Beach Bunny released an EP called Blame Game. When I was listening to the title track on this four-song collection, the powerful riff changed into the hook and I was able to cultivate what David Lynch described as a seed-filled with electricity. An idea; when I heard, “Yeah, it’s my problem, I’m asking for it,” on the hook, it hit me. “Hope I don’t solve it.”
Behold the fruit of a Black man listening to Indi rock made for white women that collect chibi manga!
History keeps rhyming away, rhyming away Same style and cadence since founders day TV news reels ramble on about his juvie record Police chief asks, "Well why didn't he comply?" And I'm tired of the world conspiring against me And I'm tired of defeated niggas saying, "We just need to educate them, we just need to change." We keep playing the same losing game Do you think voting keeps the kids safe?
Guess it's my fault, my body isn't made of concrete Sorry my clothes aren't made of Kevlar Yeah it's my problem, you better hope I don't solve it I'll kill your system, I'm not a suspect
Movies and TV tell me my body is more aggressive, prone to non-consensual sexual interaction We're taught to turn the other cheek, to be more holy All the way to the morgue lobby Even in that three-piece suit, you might rob somebody Black folks walk from home in the morning with the idea, they won't return at night I don't want to hear excuses wrapped in training out abuses. What is the punishment you will provide?
But I guess it's my fault, my body isn't made of concrete Sorry my clothes aren't made of Kevlar Yeah it's my problem, you better hope I don't solve it I'll kill your system, I'm not a suspect