Lynching with a diamond necklace Read More
The trap is reckless
Senseless we’re washed to wreck shit
Tested and tossed
Silver tails getting no head
Failsafe implanted under our skin
The trip wire will set fire to the cage
Admired blaze by tied suits with no faces
Gasoline trails to oil spills
Fabled radioactivity but missing places
We’re a hop away and won’t skip a beat
Scared to miss the song
The rhythm is what’s wrong
Words won’t speak and we expect them to stay put beneath our feet
And ask to be heard
We’ve been programmed all along
Sirens and flashing lights Read More
The loud voices go quiet
The riot dies down
They flash their guns
Badges ready to fire
We’re bystanders frozen in place
As the skin starts the race
Denying what’s right before our faces
“We’ll just protest later”
When it’s clear and we’re safer
Where voicing our thoughts won’t get us in trouble
Won’t involve us in the...
Launched wars make toppled towers. Read More
And the crown is hidden beneath a starred flag.
Throne behind a black tie.
The Immortalized power pays the way.
One stop shopping, black building.
Fun toys for tax.
Stolen goods feed the medicated many.
Funding is funneled to launching wars and topple towers.
If the government decided to turn on you
What the fuck do you think you goin’ do?
With a pistol, maybe an automatic and a couple of homies?
You going to fist fight that tank when you’re standin’ there alone and lonely?
Everyone you know behind bars ‘cause pigs got scared
And picked you one by one out of your cars
This game is rigged, shit ain’t fair, you better open your eyes if you going to live out here
Wise up and get ready ‘cause the war is near
Strap down with what you have sitting around
Ears to the ground, hear the whispering sound of plot
Rotting in the minds and hearts of a dark cloud
An omen brought back from the slave days
Meant to erase the rise once caught, put a stop to it merely days after it starts
But the distraction is an expansive trap
Crossing borders and roped to heads we’re not
Blacks vs whites or human vs human
People vs government or human vs human
Poor vs rich, but they’re both powerless if its the person with the powers wish
This dirt vs that dirt atop the same rock, made by the same god, circling the same star
Take a left for the government to fuck the people, take a right for the companies to fuck the people
Choose what distraction you rather focus on than move from inaction and bring the system down
Frozen and stiff, stuck screaming at each other while some shady figure with the strings tied tight controls all the shit you see and say and think, as if free will was a real thing
We’re the only history with no idea what’s happening behind the curtain while we’re on the stage acting Read More
Characters in a play we don’t know of and don’t understand but are forced to stay in for however long it lasts
From a red country white wings fly over the blue sea
Hungry to get stronger mechanical birds explode
Toss the whole egg carton, one is spoiled
Tell the meal back home it’s to keep them safe
Choose to take your own life through suicide and get put in an asylum. The Asylum gets paid to have you.
Choose to not take your own life if the government decides through a draft and get put in prison. The prison gets paid to have you.
Force us to stay alive so we can be used for pharmaceutical propaganda or slave labor. Read More
We wander staring down at each other’s faces in our grips Read More
Polite contact made of plastic
Yet, nature has been webbed and netted
Woven in such a way that its original form is no longer distinguishable
Outraged trees burn oxygen and perspective looks elsewhere
All Ones and Zeros Read More
Units Within the System
The Mirror Shatters
...clarity is at the top Read More
It’s relative to be able to pay the cost
Don’t speak and don’t think
Black and Blue don’t know what to do
Both see arms pointing back so they do too
The fucking American dream of standing in lines from 9 to 5
Hoping to die whether a heart attack or car accident, we don’t mind
Fantasizing asylums since it’s no different then what we’re living
Watching the time pass...
...by prison bar streets with weaponized infant car seats. And this all happen last week. The future seems quite bleak.
A 40, a blunt, bitches, a fatherless child. A badged crooked blue suit with a slanted smile, gun to the back of the head of a deadbeat teen, nearly a child.
Black lightning invisible against the dark night. Sky scrapers grin down at the prisons they supervise. High steaks and red eyes, high eyes and red steaks are the prize.
Diminish where the finish line is and listen for the crimes hissing by. Whispers hidden in plain sight pissing on the little guy. Whizzing rounds... Read More
War comes at a price Read More
Life is the cost of a win
Winner fights again