“What Gives?”

by Justin H. Tucker

Artists who don’t reflect the times—

Let’s call it what it is:

Culture vultures. Sellouts.

I sat with that. Grew sad.

’Cause truth is…

Y’all support so many of them.

So, I gotta ask—

Does that make you a sellout too?

See, I speak in riddles sometimes

’Cause my truth makes people squirm.

What you call “normal,”

I see as straight up evil.

You rage over Trump,

Over ICE,

But what about the kids in Philly?

Little warriors dodging bullets on a Saturday

Just for daring to play outside?

Where’s your outrage for them?

Y’all had the nerve to complain about the 4th of July,

But won’t mention the fire burning right here in our blocks.

I saw someone yesterday—

Wildin’ with the cops,

And then next post: “Christ is King. Repent.”

Nah, bro. Pick a lane.

You too old to be this confused.

Let it be known—

When the smoke clears,

When the timeline fades,

Let history remember:

Justin H. Tucker did not tiptoe.

I stood firm.

I called it all out.

From start to end.

Some of y’all?

Compromised.

Sold out.

Silent when it mattered most.

So I ask again—

What gives?

Mr.Justin H. Tucker