Safety - B. Dolan

Get on my threat level

And step into a nightmare

Everything the checkpoint looking for

Right here

Right hand to God

I’m a god-damned citizen

Trace the fingerprint

The privilege and the pigment

Raising suspicion and a nation of snitches

Surveillance is the matrix

We are trained to exist in

Gamma rays shot through the body, Non-fiction

Sidewalk Stop & Frisk

Barricade, box em in!

Questions asked before we check bags

Presented three times in line, present pass

They wanna see documents

They wanna look you in the eye and let you know:

They are watching shit

Society of the spectacle

Psychology of prison

The stripping of your garments

Is a ritual submission

Belts, wallets, and shoes removed

And you listen!

So you can trade em for your safety in the sky, man

«Terror cells»

Who’s buying?

Safety!

We’re here when you need us

We’re here when you call

Look out and you’ll see us

Looking back

Keeping watch

Boxcutter, jack knife

Either or

Leak through the cracks

In a reinforced steel door

Feel your money clip

Clutch your purse

Sense of security

What is that worth?

My brother got a gun safe

That’s a safe he bought

To keep his gun’s safe

She keep a can of mace til she make it to home base

Cause walking through the city at night can feel strange

So she’s ready for whatever

Wrestles the persistence of a childhood terror

She’s not a racist

But the presence of a member

Of a certain ethnic group produce a slight… tremor

It’s quite clever how the crime’s done:

Feeling better and protected when you sign up

But when the time comes…

The insurance you purchase never covers what you die of

We’re here when you need us

We’re here when you call

Look out and you’ll see us

Looking back

Keeping watch for your Safety…

We’re here for your Safety… (x3)

Open letter to the editor

Producer and director

Make the closed circuit movie of my movements less repetitive

Illustrate the digits

It’s the portrait of a terrorist

Protection is a fallacy

Balancing on a precipice

Bury the dead in the collection of a hoarder

Man drew the devil and the devil drew a border

Hand you a shovel instruct you to put a wall up

Dance for your supper cause something is hunting for us

Home invasion persuaders with forked tongues

Tell you plan for the jungle when it crumbles and the Lord comes

When cops buckle and the law runs

Will you stand in the rubble of your land

With a drawn gun?