Tuesday, December 3, 2019

Remember and enter

A pawn on the board
Foot soldiers kicking in doors
A squire chasing a knight 
Keeping up on his chores

Bodies fresh, dig a ditch
Scratch a sinister itch
not a noble course
But dirty deeds for the filthy rich

Pawn has no range
It could be blind and still wage
War for the master class
So long as there is a stage

No protection, just faith
Survive and bloodlust awaits
If you live through the shit
And passed through malice and hate

Look around your homeland
At every woman or man
They praise your deeds though dirty
Cause that’s how it began

Remember remember
11 september
We do what they do 
Until the whole world surrenders

We kill those people
who go killin’ people
Cause it’s wrong and so long
We been tacking on sequels

New theatre for cast
Set flags at half-mast
This new threat is new
Never to be ‘the last’

Monday, December 2, 2019

Taxi with Taylor

He is the worst since last time
The worst ever says I Me Mine
How could you? Cause I would never.
BFF since like forever.

Her mind failed her
I wouldn't nail her
Your name is Taylor?
that's so weird so's my friend Taylor.

Hear that? 
Sounds like brain fat.
Excess tissue slows intellect, 
know that! 

Everybody sounds
A part of some crowd,
Where nobody knows shit. 
But shit is all that they spout.

They get loud
In their favorite crowd
Their master gets them high
they can’t be brought down

All answers now
The stance of the proud
Righteous and might just
Feel like knockin’ someone down

weak to say
“Back in my day
We did it right 
And no one got to be gay”

They got this too
“When I was a youth
We all looked alike
So no one tarnished the truth”

Living to blame
“Things just ain’t same
Since the coloreds
and mexicans brought in the cocaine”

Everyone but they self
“Times used to be swell,
someone else
Turned this into living hell”

Cause they ain’t wrong
In the right for so long
While the ones who fight for each day
Stay strong

Moving targets and mothers
Police prey and brothers
Sisters slandered 
And fathers locked up with others

Again I hear
Fatty brains talkin fear
Recycling the news
He says is fake
And they cheer

They are fueled
And don’t feel ruled
The leader looks like them
They can’t be fooled

“My buddy’s police”
They say “he said they’re beasts
The houses are cages
On our kids they feast”

And on and such
Hear it a bunch
Blaming the outsiders
Blaming free lunch

Talking bout incidents
Pointing at immigrants
The country lost jobs
Cause people like them get into it 

I think that was NAFTA
Is that what you’re after?
‘Nah man fucking mexicans 
Why let em in do we have ta?’

I got no answers.
Fear spreading faster
By people conditioned 
to do the will of their masters

They water the seeds
They defend the greed
and tactics of terror
“But it 's what we need

They are the enemy
No other way can it be
It's us against them
Are you still a friend to me?”

“Am I a friend?
Asking cause I don’t bend
And kiss the rings of your master
Or wave the flag till the end?”

Getting nowhere,
hate fils the air,
Fatty brains burning 
Cause everyone scared.

Saturday, November 30, 2019


When the stated ideals of this country
fail to reach one
We have beliefs to stand by
It is right then, that we need some.
Not for when the path is clear
and talk is live and stimulatin
Your beliefs are for that moment
when you start to contemplate them

When the pain sears those who’re targets 
When the wrong mess done got started
When reason and patience departed
Your constitution's regarded

Dig deep and dig in
check your own chin
What you have said
you want for humans
Right about now
you know then
does it fortify your stance
or do ya to sit out this dance?

Yo, It’s alright
if that test
Reduces you
to questions. Just
Spouting words, beat yo chest
are you a punk?
did you just stunt?

If you said it
But you can’t live it
Tighten your iron 
with the right rivets.

Revelations round the corner
“Oh shit!” moments on the border
Between what you know
And two steps down that path
Of dark disorder

And when the show goes live 
You forget your lines, 
They were just a script
you fantasized
You might get smacked
Or sent way back to 
way behind the starting line.

Hard to prove 
Morals you’ve
Selected on the road so smooth
As worthy of the rough road moves
you may find tough and bust your truth

Dressed for a blizzard
At a picnic
Won’t train you
for shit that gets thick
Acting tough when
around the real stuff
Won’t fool anyone who’s had to come up rough
They smell your comfort, call your buff
And then you lost some folk maybe you could trust

So, brothers and sisters 
How was this belief selected?
Was it a lesson, 
or something you collected?
Did it form when you were upset, alone and rejected?
Is it a monument to pride someone else erected?

So the morals and 
the ethical lines
The beliefs, the commandments 
What you stock inside,
From some kinda ism 
To some kinda pride
Run a systems check before the tide.

Might just throw out all your thoughts
Might be plastic, just store bought?
Someone else’s style you caught?
A lesson you ain’t yet been taught?

So if you empty out your chest,
Would you be more, would you be less?
I’d say you’re more, say you passed a test.
New roads ahead, joy and unrest
Pleasured, pressed, cursed, burned and blessed
Some lows to hit, some heights to crest.
But you’ll be absent of the mess you stored up never having guessed
The things you like, adore, accept may not be strong enough for steps
You’ll need to lead you under stress
Toward whatever you got next.

Friday, November 29, 2019

Border Control

See my papers at the point 
you wanna search me, plant a joint?
You see my face from far away
 already know what you will say.
You see my hair 
my skin my boots
You got opinions 
bout my roots,
Think i’m coming to pick fruit?
I’d like to stay, you’d rather shoot.

Tried the straight route
tried the line
Stood there for days 
with papers signed.
While those denied 
walked past and cried
Aloud the sound 
of agonized
Asylum seekers
Hot tip leakers
farmers, mothers, drivers, preachers.
Plead their case, every day weaker
400 miles on foot and bleaker

is the future.
They put sutures
Over wounds from sponsored shooters,

They call troopers.
While drug movers
While the looters 
Give their rhetoric a booster. 
only maneuver 

Is to run! Run child and leap 
The fence, or crawl, stow or creep
out of this land they work to keep
A ruined model for some speech
A tattered nation schools will teach
The blood of millions? they’ll use bleach.

White wash the story
Build another laboratory
In some foreign territory
Privatized by predatory 

Cooks of poison, pushing sin
Sip their blood as you cash in.
On the news, trying not to grin,
I came to play fair, but you’d rather win.
I know the rules
you got tools
To walk your borders, 
staff your schools
Wave your flag like prideful fools
Keep up the masquerade for ghouls.
I’d rather live free and work hard
You’d rather deny me a card.
How can I 
respect the process 
When all levels 
block our progress?
Back in line, or back of truck?
Stay and starve or run and duck?
Dodge a minuteman or stuck?
Sound like the choices of the fucked.
Tired, hungry, wearing thin,
I could play fair, but you’d rather win.