Sunday, January 8, 2017

Coin Flip

This is the end of everything I know, and the beginning of what is unknown to me.

Time shall judge the choices I made.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

The Coming Fight



Everywhere, we look, is pain
We a thread, from madness
Under strain, time to confess
Our regret and our shame, let go
Of the self blame, staining our brain
Recognize that this system, is driven by gain
Headed towards more war, and more strain

Everywhere we look, we suffering
Fish hooked, cats straight bluffing
Nothing left, we gonna lose everything
Change is coming, like Nina Simone sings
Driven forward by reluctant delusions
These illusions, are seductively confusing
Money chasing, killing our soul, losing our goals man
Lying faces, unwillingly troll, reality is bland

We drift away, on the crest, of a sneaker wave
Suffocating debts, seems, always bills to pay
I see you, humblebragging, your day away
Projecting some reality, which is entirely fake
Living an illusion, your fucking whole life’s a lie
Wander the city, like a zombie, it’s consumer, suicide

Which side, you better decide, cause, here comes the fight

Resist Everywhere You Go



Boss pay me less, I confess
I’m depressed, by capitalism
Fuck this system, no real freedom
All this access, but no historical context
No grasp of the past, no idea what’s next
No steady job, no check, we noose necked
No meritocracy, it’s all about, inequality
Injustice, suffering, and abject poverties
We reject, all your bourgeois philosophies
Protect us, from all your doomed apathy
Western hypothesis, prophecies, of catastrophes

We can only rebel, revolt and rise up
Fists in the air, we seize the government
Eradicate oppression, change our fate
We can’t wait, we need to seize the means
Build a worker’s state, build our dreams
Change the course of things, harness sunbeams
Learn to mean what we say, and say what we mean
Clean the seas, figure out what’s killing the bees
More love, more connection, between you and me

For the rich, its always, the bohemian’s grove,
While the worker gets jail, we locked up in droves
Every year, prison pop grows, ah steady flow
Solitary confinement, mental causalities
Humans, condemned, descent into insanity
Locking people up, throwing away the key
This has got to stop, if even person one isn’t guilty

When the system is fucked, everybody goes free

Anger Concealed



When identity, become a jail cell
Dwelling, among the compelled
Living, under this spell
Like nobody will fail
Buying, everything they sell
The only way you excel
Is you get to pick, what’s under the shell
Farewell prick, your end, was a foretell
Leave nothing, except the smell
To the Earth, you fell
In your coffin, I put the last nail
Your life was just, a great betrayal
You, capitalists, will never prevail
This wicked tale, comes to an end, like all tales
Snake eats tail, either we fail or we travail
No avail, to be poor is to live on the third rail
Suffering is hidden, under the veil
Suffering is weak, keep it out of text and emails
I could, regale, with stories how they assail
How they steal, how our youth, they keel
Genocide on the poor, how do we deal
Welfare drying up, no food for a meal
Leaving us, no choice, other to rob and to steal
Born on my knees, and still learning how to kneel
My anger is concealed, my cases are appealed

My end already revealed, I’ll die poor like my peoples