Race to Judgment

Big black man looking ominous,
Pale white boy getting off the bus,
Time and place for a gun or drug;
These two run together — and hug!
«I missed you, Dad!» «I missed you, Son!»
It’s time to check our world vision.
There’s no time left for indecision;
It’s time to check our world vision.
Sometimes, all of your consternation
Is just a «pigment» of your imagination
Picked up in some idle conversation —
Just a «pigment» of your imagination.
Two dark, evil dudes in their turbans,
Probably causing this disturbance.
Lots of commotion in the crowd,
Fists are flying, voices are loud.
Now, everything is copacetic;
Both these guys are paramedics.
I guess looks can be deceiving;
The real bad guys are all leaving.
Sometimes, all of your consternation
Is just a «pigment» of your imagination
Picked up in some idle conversation —
Just a «pigment» of your imagination.
A fast approaching Hispanic …
Your pulse races as you panic.
Gotta be part of some cartel,
Selling those tiny hits from Hell.
He gets closer than you had planned,
And, with a smile, he extends his hand.
Says, «Come November, please vote for me.»
You shake his hand and smile sheepishly.
Sometimes, all of our consternation
Is just a «pigment» of our imagination
Picked up in some idle conversation
Just a pigment of our imagination.