I declare, invalid and obsolete:
Truth, Governance, Democracy, Happiness, and Love,
Time, finance, and face masks and rubber gloves,
Parking fees, dudes on unicycles and ticket stubs.
we free of ALL of the above
“50 trillion” offshore, instruments tuned for the gore
a symphony of destruction, so dark, the score.
atop a mountain of assets
turtle trustees duckin’
left handed Baphomet.
peasants are gasping, gettin’ after it,
that thin air,
it’s thin where
consummate players do skin care.
The ravager, the solicitor
devil debtors, complicit they’re
Danglin’ toot in front of low hangin suits,
Buy into our club, you’ll close the loop,
complete the timetable
like ouroboros hula hoop
a fuckin self sustaining cannibal’s fable.
Now me, I heard it right on Wall Street,
that a copper chasing broker was balls deep
in a puddle of shares
whose price dropped like a snare.
A nation on it’s knees (man, they such creeps).
Nineteen-hundred-seven THE PANIC!
Banks are sinking like the Titanic.
But that was five years later
So get to that rewind, hater!
find your own filthy way through the static.
Eight million dollars in three hours
withdrawn, leaving Knickerbocker sour.
Warburg was smilin' all the way to Jekyll Island
and America was theirs to devour.
There is no such thing as “truth”,
for every experience if told from the root
Is still the point between and that point is moot
the point between any two accounts
is a middle-ground fallacy,
3rd strike, caught you lookin, you out.
Composition & division, fragmentation & invalidation
Life is suffering, to live is to die, to die is to expire,
every living moment is a step toward death, and satisfaction is the death of desire.
Happiness is an aggregate score
from an emotional bar graph.
Happiness you can attain, but happiness is not the path
This position does not mean that I believe life is not a wonder tour,
A formula of this and that ios what people blunder toward
love (sacrifice), communion (peace), creation ascendant
the defining acts of human interdependence
Sometimes I come with knowledge
other times I come with feelings
an itch to spread the stuff I got
or put two in the ceiling
"now that I got your attention
take note of what I mention
beware of the fourth dimension
greet talking heads with apprehension
cause it is their intention
to manufacture dissension
assembly line extension
propagandize in prevention
of organic opposition
neighbors, rivals, nonconformism
instead they push the schism
industrialize methods of division"
See that is just my feeling
though knowledge can follow sharing
I got citations, volumes that
dismantle the pride your bearing
address the colors you be wearin'
leave mouths agape, leave parents
hiding kids from holes I'm tearin'
in the fabric, red, white and scary
the "virgin" Mary
the lone wolf "theory"
"magic" bullet? Spare me
You fragile so I stay wary
When I walk across your pages
flames to lies, that's where my rage is
put the house lights on so stages
strings and puppets all displayed, kids.
Neo-Con Tip Top
Ok I get it!
It sticks cuz dead people said it.
like a bullet embedded
Calls up all that we've dreaded.
Another messenger made a martyr
They could have taken us farther
Partners in that new tomorrow
Postponed for panoply sorrow
Lemme borrow a moment, no wait
A whole generation
Hate n degradation
Every moment they patient.
Stations of cross?
Agents of loss.
Scripted to play.
Penitent, not one day.
the scribe unrepentant
blood red pillin'
who be villains
and good willin'
With that sleight of hand
We got a dynasty
world will ever know.
It has provided me
with eyes that see
Not bridges that flow but your land aglow
for it was meant to be
"pull it" like Salomon Bros
Neo-con hip hop
Sounds like a joke,
but I sh*t you not
It's on top. Of their to-do list
I'm true to fist
you seem new to this
Well the tools you pick
dictate the rules they stick
Better than a shackle up and shuffle straight time
lunacy or stress?
Conflict resolved? Yes
but now a new obstacle
Can't boil me neo-con
I'm hoppin out of your pot
Call me pepe
Oh sh*t the cops
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
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 might get smacked
Or sent way back to
way behind the starting line.
Hard to prove
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.
Taxi with Taylor (nifty with Swifty)
Sounds like brain fat.
Excess tissue slows intellect,
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,
Turned this into living hell”
Cause they ain’t wrong
In the right for so long
While the ones who fight for each day
Moving targets and mothers
Police prey and brothers
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?”
hate fils the air,
Fatty brains burning
Cause everyone scared.
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
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.
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.
Fragment your arguments:
a prismatic refraction
Of Your heart’s intent.
The veiled hazards
of the game,
Tool up for the dirtiest of tricks
. . .watch your 6. . .
the legal team saddles up to retaliate-
violate the trust
come people prismatic
and light the devils up,
Un-just! . . . Invented! . . . Bureaucratic . . . Cemented!
Enrich your stance with a precedent
Not a social post, ghost of an argument
Send your heart to stand
Where the words will land
Impalpable and paper printed
ride their highway
Blood and bones toil and woe
Express lanes, HOV, you know
Un-just! . . . Invented! . . . Bureaucratic . . . Cemented!
Gladio, Attica, Ajax-hysteria
Iran 1953 Guatemala the next year
so much suffering on both ends of benders
Continental consequences unknown
cuz protected vendors
Of potions powders and struggle
don’t disclose the numbers
I stumbled on drugs
One who funded
Global tumult and all nightmares I ever wondered
when I was younger.
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
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’
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