Minnesota So Cold

Oh Lord, so cold, Minnesota
Oh Lord, so cold, Minnesota
Oh Lord, so cold, Minnesota
Minnesota, oh Lord, so cold

These streets, oh Lord, where George was killed
These streets, oh Lord, still feel the chill
These streets, oh Lord, where George was killed
Minnesota, oh Lord, so cold

These streets, oh Lord, where he shot Renée Good
These streets, oh Lord, just because he could
These streets, oh Lord, where he shot Renée Good
Minnesota, oh Lord, so cold

These streets, oh Lord, where they gunned Alex down
These streets, oh Lord, shot him on the ground
These streets, oh Lord, where they gunned Alex down
Minnesota, oh Lord, so cold

The sun’s gonna shine on Minnesota, oh Lord
The sun’s gonna shine on Minnesota, oh Lord
The sun’s gonna shine on Minnesota, oh Lord
Minnesota, oh Lord, so cold

Minneapolis

A poet’s words heard for the first time
Are like something you already knew
A poet should say what needs to be said
A poet should speak it true
A poet should say what you need to hear
And you know she was a poet too
Minneapolis was yet another outrage
But this time she looked like you

Rest In Power, Renee Nicole Good