Lyrics: “Ballad of Dairus McCollum” by Dare Dukes
West 4th, A Train to Borough Hall, transfer.
Be still and listen for your god’s whisper.
Chorus:
Don’t touch emergency breaks unless you’ve heard the call.
Electric motors are the prettiest transmitters of all.
They’re always so slow.
There’s always a line.
They’re never on time.
I can make them on time.
F all the way to 179 Jamaica.
Boomerang to 14th, then 2 or 3, uptown.
Overhead they stumble toward their destination.
The dark is clear as day to me, underground.
Chorus
I feel no anger for the judge or doctors.
I am at peace with the police.
Their handcuffs have not stopped this locomotion.
The metal wheels whisper and put me at ease.
Chorus
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